Thursday’s Special: Self-Portrait

Paula of Lost in Translation has found a way to make Thursdays more exceptional – with her “Thursday’ s Special” challenge.
This week we are invited to share a portrait photo, and I decided to go with a double self-portrait to finally reveal two of my alter egos here…

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Using an alter-ego for emotional protection is like wearing an armour plated chef’ s apron at the front, while being completely naked at the back. /Michael Boag/

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Līgo Haibun Challenge – Picture Week

The time has come for another Līgo Haibun Challenge – welcome everyone! This week there’ re two photos to choose from:

turku-oct-099by Pirate

OR

looking-upby Penny

Let your imagination flow, enjoy and don’t forget to add your haibun to the Inlinkz collection.

More about “Līgo Haibun Challenge”, haibun writing and judges you can find here.

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The Līgo Haībun Challenge – Melt

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I was flying again. Like a bird in the sky. A stork. No, not a stork, a sparrow…a wild goose…whatever. I was a bird, any bird. All the heaviness was gone. Those dark cobble streets of the town where life had stopped. Those walls of the houses, long covered in stains but used to be bright yellow goodness knows when. And people…those small-minded people who seemed to know everything. Every single thing. Who would never pass me without an open stare or whispering behind my back. Or that dull phrase from the bravest ones…about how promising my future seemed to be years ago. So what?! Like they did care! If not me, who would they talk about? Who would they poke their pretty little fingers at? I won’ t let to be dragged back down. Not this time. I could finally breathe. And see. I was free…to be. To be myself again. But you wouldn’ t understand – you have never been a bird. All the pain was gone and nobody could hurt me. Never again. 

Another small white bump in the spoon was melting. Reaching for a syringe with her trembling, pale fingers she was ready for the last flight…

trajectory of a tear
longer than any path taken
loneliness is not contagious

Image courtesy of Jason Wolcott

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Special Photo Challenge: Inspiration

I wonder when do we write…what are those moments, those very exact ones when we just sit down and write. Scribble a line or two, create a poem or give birth to a story. When we do need to find a couple of minutes to write and they just seem to appear. Out of nowhere. Or they don’ t and we find a moment anyway. Why then, why not in a different moment? Would the result be different if it had happened earlier or later?

Do we write when we are bursting of joy and there’ s that almost burning necessity to put it in words? Or when the sadness is so deep we might drown in it if not for writing? When there’ s happiness knocking on the door and fortunately we have been there to open? Or on contrary – affliction so heavy it can’ t be taken anymore? When there’ s a problem to be solved sticked to us like a shadow and we need to write…for the solution to find a clean path in our mind? To have a moment of personal freedom? Or to have a personal moment? When the inspiration comes? And what if it doesn’ t? When we simply feel good, life is bubbling around and our loved ones are all well? And the positivity just needs to be spread? When? In all of those moments? In none of them? What happens if we miss the right moment and is there the right one? Will there be the next one? After how long? “Why” usually matters more and there’ s hardly any curiousity about “when” therefore I keep wondering… Do you? Ever?

Life is all about timing…the unreachable becomes reachable,
the unavailable becomes available,
the unattainable – attainable. /S.Charter/

More about getting inspired here: Special Photo Challenge