I want more than a LIKE button and its more exuberant neighbors LOVE, ANGRY, SAD.
I’m choking over here.
LIKE that house fire?
LIKE that report on poverty figures?
Hey, can I get a simple checkmark?
Check mark says, “Hey, there. I saw your post. I read you. We’re good here.”
LIKE would be a real choice then.
“Yeah.” “Way to go.” “Thumbs up!”
LIKE would mean something.
Acknowledgement wouldn’t necessitate alignment.
The slight difference would sit well with me.
I would LIKE it.
Emails. Messy mental mudpies. Virtual dust bunnies.
Inbox fresh and clean. What a feeling!
Do they really matter much?
Most days, no. That’s why they grow so.
Better that the emails go.
Out out, damned spots!
via DP: Messy
Yakima, Washington sits just outside the Yakama (Native American) Reservation. I grew up in Yakima.
I began smoking cigarettes in Yakima. One of the great buys could be had just a couple of miles from my home on Ahtanum Road, conveniently on my way to work at Miner’s Drive In.
The Smoke Shack was a little bigger than today’s coffee huts, and every bit as convenient. Drive up. Order your smokes. Pick up a lighter. Drive away.
The price? Well, back then I think I paid about 35¢ to 50¢ a pack. A $5.00 carton. Eeegads! Can you imagine???
As a child I marveled on day excursions to the Yakima Valley. Wapato. Toppenish. Sunnyside. There were Pow-Wows where the tribe would dress, sing, share. Jewelry and beadwork drew my eye, but the presence of soft leather and woven baskets were my favorite. Conjuring the drums, soft dance, beautiful skin and facial features so different from my own brings me to childhood. I can still taste the fried bread slathered with butter and fruit jam.
I no longer buy cigarettes or eat fried bread slathered with butter and jam. The Yakamas? Well, they are firmly rooted in my heart.
Daily Prompt: Reservation
Photo Ahtanum Ridge from 5414 by Pat Strosahl
“An intriguing or singular tone, effect, or appeal ,” offers Merriam-Webster.
You enter. The atmosphere is palpable.
Skin, eyes, ears, and nose calculate and dictate adaptation.
Tiniest of hairs quicken. Snap decisions are made.
Animal citizens, we swell and shrink in response to atmospheric pressure.
photo: Seat by Lucas Vartoni
daily prompt: Atmospheric
The probe is a delicate dance. You cannot probe forcefully – it becomes an assault. To coax a response that transcends defenses, you must tread carefully. Gingerly. Respectfully. Lead without alarm.
The art of proceeding gingerly is overshadowed by splashier and nosier displays, temporarily shoving subtlety into the back seat.
A subtle questioning, however, will build a narrative. The line of breadcrumbs is almost visible. There is satisfaction in a clever dialogue of questions and answers. We crave that insight.
We love well-written dialogue on screen and in written word. The secrets revealed through subtle probing are the payoff. The gentle dance that underscores the greater commotion is key to pulling the story together.
A fine thread.
via Daily Prompt: Gingerly
photo “Conversation” by tzejen