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aging, art, dreams, free write #FWF, house, storms, transported
I felt it before I felt it. The house was no longer a home but rather a dilapidated box of warped wood and memories. It reminded me though of myself in some ways. It felt good to grey gracefully and not be admired for beauty but for the stamina I possessed. The house was left to age in peace and with dignity – I would like that.
Each person who drove down the road commented. “What a great house that used to be.”
I wanted to yell back. “It is still a great house. It is the same house as it always had been just weather worn and greyer now.” But I didn’t. I put the lights on, dusted the woodwork, scrubbed the wood floors until then shone. Lit the fire place, went through my studio, glanced at my past and let it go.
The storm though unexpected was welcome.
Being transported gave me hope of meeting those lovely characters. I already knew the story. Like everyone, the Scarecrow was my favourite. In life and on film he didn’t vary. How delightful he was to me. What a change from the every day drudgery.
Skipping in red shoes had me laughing.
How much fantasy is realistic?
The house came back down with a thump reminding me to clean up my studio again as now I lived by the river of dreams.
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As usual, I thank Kellie for taking me to a place I don’t normally go.
Free Write Friday hosted by Kellie Elmore
It truly does present a challenge because of the instructions to free write and not edit, not even a spelling or punctuation error. It’s a great way to find your own way and test the courage in your soul.
Inspiration Import 
That was a nice piece of writing. 🙂
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Oh thanks so much Imelda – appreciate you coming by!
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Really cool journey and the ending was funny!
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Beautiful written. One should pause and be in the moment. The house is still a house. Virginia
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Thanks Virginia. Acceptance of the moments lead to an acceptance of the whole. Not an easy task but a worthwhile one. 🙂
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U write very well.
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Thank you Sedge. I write with my heart in my mind 🙂
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I love your writing and your take on this prompt! I want to hear more! I love the reminder of how aged doesn’t mean it is just as important or wonderful as it once was. Thanks!
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Yay! Thanks for the vote of confidence. I have been day dreaming (writing inmy head) all day today. It all ties in with this very subject. No doubt you’ll hear more 😀
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Always interesting the way different people view age, whether it is themselves or possessions, how the changes of colour and character seem to evoke different sensations and feelings on life. Finding you’ve landed in a new world, such a wonderful write of character, hope you travel and explore the lands further. Beautiful write, Lesley 🙂
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Sean 🙂 – I travel the world almost everyday. This day took me some place I hadn’t ever thought of.
What surprised me most was actually my first line. I felt it before I felt it seems to me as though I knew and felt my age but chose to deny it. Not a bad philosophy but then the hardest winter in years came !
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lovely
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Thank you Sarah – appreciate your visit!
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A simply lovely read!
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I think my simplicity dictates how I should be writing. I am really glad you came by.
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Wonderful story Lesley. 🙂
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Thanks LuAnn 🙂
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That was really interesting reading. I was completely engrossed.
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Awe thanks Suzanne. It is great to be understood!
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Lovely, thank you Lesley! Very evocative of time passing, things changing, yet essentials timeless
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essentials timeless – I love the way you express yourself Susan. Perhaps you would like to participate in the challenge of Free-Writes. Incredibly telling! xx
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Very nice story, I loved
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Merci Gyslaine 🙂
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Loved the use of grey — and greying gracefully — that is so me and what I believe as I refuse to grow up…yet, know I have to grey gracefully! Loved your journey and allowing me to go with you.
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Many thanks Annie. Yes hair dye can only be stretched so far. 🙂 Happy I took you there.
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All of us are beautiful – but others have their own definition of ‘beauty’
Loved this narration – light, with a hefty message 🙂
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Thanks Eric. When a message is sent, received and understood – I smile too 🙂
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Les, I think this is one of my favorites…takes one back, relives memories…comparing the house to aging – Brilliant!
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Sharla there is a photographer on WP (I would have to find him again) who photographs old barns. We feel the same way. Barns are allowed to age and sit quietly exuding a certain beauty that can be compared to humanity. 🙂 thanks you!
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What stuck out to me was your line about how people would say “what a great house it used to be”. Reminded me of my uncle and how he would say my grandma’s house used to be the “ooh lala” in its day. 🙂
A nice read and I’m pleased to have you contribute to FWF. Please join us again soon! 🙂
Kellie
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I will Kellie. I needed an excuse to post today. I am still punishing myself by not posting until my task list is done (I have to fix up my website) – So being as you put up the prompt, I had someone to blame for my deviation 😉
I’ll bet your grandma was ooh lala in her day too!
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