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Euphoria

If I’m being honest, there are only a handful of times I’ve experienced true euphoria. Meeting my children for the first time ranks right up there.

Certainly it was euphoria erupting in the sterile confines of those clinically-monitored natural events. I recall the sting of ammonia residue burning my nostrils, released in short Lamaze “hee, hee, ho, ho, oh god!” purse-lipped bursts, the push, don’t push groaning pelvic floor implosions, and the excruciating waves of dull, sharp, 9-10-is there an 11? on a scale of how bad is it? pain.

I was drenched in euphoria by the tingling tickle of cool sweat beads popping from my pores under the glare of strobing fluorescent lights, my muscles shaking uncontrollably, the incessant click-clacking of wheels on linoleum, paper-booted feet shuffling, fetal heart monitor lub-dubbing and by the startling smack of cold metal on my bare back on its sticky slide to the edge, my fuzzy-socked feet lodged securely in stirrups cradling my heels, while a dozen excited eyes burned a hole through my gaping crotch.

But oh… that was only foreplay, euphorically speaking. The exquisite climax to this laboring rush came at long last in the hot, wet, rushing sensation of soft alien flesh sliding from my core into the waiting, latex-gloved hands of a masked stranger who uttered the words I had waited nine long, bloated, nauseating, glowing months to hear…maybe even longer, if I’m being honest. “You did it, Mama! Meet your beautiful daughter!” That, my friends was euphoria!

Euphoria is a sliver shy of madness don’t you think? It’s a scientific fact actually, in some cases, you can look it up. But if we are lucky, it consumes us at least once in a lifetime. I have been quadruply blessed, but I fear my heart could not survive a steady dose of it!

even euphoria

an exhilarating experience
has a dark side

it’s sometimes a symptom
of carbon monoxide poisoning, hard drugs or mania…
I’m perfectly content with really, really happy

~kat

A few thoughts and a Cherita on the topic of Euphoria for Mind Love Misery’s Menageries’ Sunday Writing Prompt: Describe a moment in your real or fictional life when you experienced euphoria. Be as vivid as possible, hit all the senses (and I don’t just mean the basic 5).


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 February 2018

I look forward to this little exercise of looking back each week. Though I write each day with no thought of this grand summary at week’s end, I am always amazed by the result.

Some might say that looking back has no real value in the present; that it detracts from living in the moment. But I believe gleaning the brightest and best moments to cherish in the present moment bolsters positivity and affirms what we should already know, but too easily forget.

I can sense you wondering right now, “What do we forget?” See how easily that happens? You know what it is, but the weight of this given moment gnaws at you. “What might someone think if I blurted it out; that thing I know?” Self-talk will derail any good thing if you listen too closely to it.

I don’t know why I am so surprised by these weekly masterpieces; these patchworks of taken-out-of-context lines that I call ReVerses.

But I should expect them to be magnificent, because they are a reflection of my soul. Because life is a miracle…and I am alive…therefore I am a miracle. By the way…you are too…a living, breathing, walking, miracle that begets miracles just because.

Have you forgotten? Please don’t.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 February 2018

floating down, down, down
she’s wearing diamonds tonight
wintering in rouge chiffon
it is passion’s rage
flushing … face crimson red…
they claimed their prize…
velvety, dark, steamy…
the edge of lunacy teetering on a swiveling, ergonomic chair on wheels
felicitous flukes
the grated abyss has devoured it
be that as it may
buzzards prowl, circling
you can’t be serious
driving blind
unless it’s your life
skin tingled from the heat
so many stories left to tell
life, encapsulated
raindrops on pavement

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


The Star City

I created a collage of the things I love most about the eclectic valley in the Blue Ridge Mountains that I call home. The quirky, the sprawling city with a small town vibe, the artsy culture, the mountain views in every direction and the century old neighborhood where I live….I’m quite fond of my home town. It’s a pretty cool place, and my entry for this week’s Wednesday Photo Challenge, “Tour Guide”.

“Y’all come see us sometime!” I might be heard saying in my Chicago twanged clip (a hint of the Midwest where I was born and raised), which raises eyebrows with the locals who are quick to retort in their slow, smooth, southern drawl, “You’re not from around here are ya…” Be that as it may, I’m here to stay.

~kat


Twittering Tales #70 – 6 February 2018

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Twittering Tales #69 – Book Titles – The Roundup 

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NY Times Best Selling Books

Starting us off…
“Lean In”
The valley was still, softly draped in mist. Rayna leaned against an old tree, her thin frame wasted from disease, breath frail, fading.
It was just as she had planned.
“I’m ready,” she whispered her last, smiling, as mourning doves softly cooed nearby. And the mountain echoed.
(276 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
The Fourth Wheel
The wimpy kid leans in on the 3rd wheel, seeing a painless Heaven. The 4th wheel refuses to budge, as the doctors say,
“There’s still hope.”
He wants happiness – not hope. Shades of grey gather. It’s the end of the inferno, and the mountains echoed.
Jesus Calling…. 4th wheel moves.
(279 characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
He woke up and it was all a ludicrous dream that he later wrote up into a best-selling novel…
…For his crimes against humanity Dan Brown found himself on a blackened island at the centre of a sulphurous lake. Amidst noxious flames demons whispered that the pope was out to get him and that a sacred manuscript had been secreted somewhere deep inside his colon…

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Gatsby Said…
Fifty shades of grey Jesus, calling for proofs of heaven, searching in the diary of a wimpy kid. Lean in, Gatsby said, the inferno beckons. And the mountains echoed—Happy, Happy, Happy! Oh, the places you go, Gatsby smiled from his seat at the end of the pier.

From Jannat at Be Happy:
Happy, happy, happy
It’s time for the sleep
Baby, baby, baby
You better go to sleep
A proud new mama turned her baby bliss into a sweet lullaby. This sweet night ritual with its slow rhythm promotes a state of drowsiness. She thinks her son is a sweetest little part of her destiny.

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Booking It
I honestly can’t remember the last time a read a book. Well, a physical book, that is. A hard cover book or even a paperback book.
It’s not that I don’t read books. I read maybe a dozen or so a year. But I always download the books onto the Kindle app on my iPhone.
It’s what I do.
(279 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Proof of Heaven
I don’t know what started it. A feeling or thought, maybe? Then the dreams came followed by the visions and I knew it was real. The angels arrived next, blazing light and whispering. Why had I been chosen? I didn’t know but I knew I had to spread the messages.

From Di at Pensitivity101:
Mummy was cross and Emily didn’t understand.
She had found Mummy’s colouring book and was trying to find fifty shades of grey in it.
132 characters

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Hot and Bothered
Her past was Diary of a Wimpy Kid, yearning after romance
Her reality is Fifty Shades of Grey, a forbidden palette and gallons of espresso
Lean In she implored And the Mountains Echoed with their laughter
Surely this was Proof of Heaven? Getting hot and bothered
How the Inferno rages
(280 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Fifty Shades of Grey
Lean in, I willed him to look closer, to be astounded by my choice of reading.I wanted him to be impressed by my collection of prize-winning books. He’d never know that I had not read any of them. I was just like my bookcase all show. Fifty Shades of Grey no colour, no substance.
(280 characters)

From Anuragbakhshi at Jagah Dil Mein Honi Chahiye:
It’s Tough to Say Goodbye
I looked at the books on the shelf fondly. I would miss these the most.
But now, it was time to move on. My family was not safe here anymore.
The exterminators were on their way, and I’d heard the human mention on the phone that they specialized in cockroaches.
261 characters.

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Inferno
Initially a small flickering flame, the fire soon developed into a raging inferno, blazing with all its fury, sparing none in its path, hungry, fiery, intense, exploding, scorching, on a rampage, choking the air, bellowing dark smoke in fifty shades of grey!
Letter count : 256

From Lena at Soul Connection:
Happy Happy Happy”He Screamed,Pckd Bag n Ws Abt To Go
Rm Mate,”Whr R U Heading To?”
Angry He Ran 2wrds Rm Mte In Aggrsn
Rm Mte,”Sorry”
He Calmly Said,”I Found Proof Of Heaven
“What!”
“Jesus Calling”He Jst Rpld n Ws Gne.
“Mad Chap.One Day His Fifty Shades Of Grey Wl Kill Sm1 For Sure.”
From Life at 17:The Man
And the mountains echoed her voice, as she screamed,   
In front of her eyes was the man,  
The man who pushed her down the hills, 
The man she had loved, 
The man who stood there kissing another woman.
194 characters

From Isabel at Isabel Caves:
The Last Battlefield
She was happy, happy, happy. That’s what she told herself every day.
She refused to give in to sorrow. She refused when they razed her village to the ground. She refused when they killed her father and took her brother.
She had no bullets left to fire – her smile would have to do.
(280 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Gatsby was feeling great!
Jesus was calling round and they were going to visit Dan Brown’s new nightclub, Inferno.
He was leaning towards going for a Wimpy burger first and rounding off the evening seeing Fifty Shades of Grey.
Oh, the places you’ll go to feel Happy, Happy, Happy!
(280 characters)

From Tena at Jottings and Writings:
Ohh how she wished she could write… Like that of the authors of her favorite books. In her mind were all sorts of stories and adventures. But as she sat down to write, pen in hand, those stories seemed to vanish into thin air. Disappearing into a sea of nothingness.
{271 characters}

Thanks to everyone who participated in our book title challenge! Be sure to visit your fellow tweeters. This week’s interesting photo comes to us from PIRO4D at pixabay.com. It appears to be a letter, but it doesn’t need to be. It could be a clue for a scavanger hunt, a list, the first or last page of a manuscript. You might even write a story that doesn’t have anything to do with that piece of paper, focusing instead on the bench or the rock or the ground below. Whatever you decide there are just a few rules… have fun! and use  280 characters or less to tell your tale. I hope to see you at net week’s Round-up!


Twittering Tale #70 – 6 February 2018

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Photo by PIRO4D at Pixabay.com

The Race

Jon and Sue were first to find the final clue: a riddle.

It has a mouth but never speaks, a bed but never sleeps…

“Think Sue,’ Jon pleaded. “the others are coming!”

“The river!” Sue exclaimed, “It’s the river!”

At river’s edge, they claimed their prize…freedom from the island.

~kat

279 Characters


Oblivescence – Friday’s Word of the Day

Today’s word of the day at dictionary.com is oblivescence which means: forgetting; state of being forgotten; the condition or fact of failing to remember or having failed to remember or of being absent-minded.

According to dictionary.com,
Oblivescence dates from the late 19th century and is a later spelling of obliviscence, which dates from the late 18th century. The spelling oblivescence arose by influence of the far more common suffix -escence. The English noun is a derivative of the Latin verb oblīviscī “to forget,” literally “to wipe away, smooth over.” The Latin verb is composed of the prefix ob- “away, against” and the same root as the adjective lēvis “smooth.”

There are a number of references to this word in psychology that deal with memory. Oblivescence is a theory described as a means of self-preservation in our propensity to forget the disagreeable things we have experienced while preserving the pleasurable aspects of the same event.

Until I learned this word I never thought much about it, but how true it is. Upon meeting their newborn baby, many mothers completely forget the pain of labor. Holidays and family gatherings in the past are remembered only as happy occasions and completely forgotten are family tensions and arguments that may have erupted at the very same event. Memories of a loved one, now passed away become more and more positive as the years go by and we slowly forget the things about them that drove us batty. Interestingly, this phenomenon seems to happen unconsciously. It is not the same thing as having selective memories of a person, place or thing.

As I often do, I found a fun reference to this word in modern times. There is a spell or charm in the Harry Potter series as explained in this reference index excerpt:

oblivescence

The process of forgetting.

obliviate

A memory charm or spell in the Harry Potter books that makes someone forget.

obliviator

The act of memory modification which can be used by any wizard, by using the spell, “Obliviate” as described in the fictional universe of the Harry Potter series as written by J.K. Rowling.

An Obliviator is the designation for a Ministry of Magic employee who has the task of modifying the memory of a Muggle after witnessing incidents belonging to the magic world.

A Muggle is a term, sometimes used in a pejorative manner, from the fictional Harry Potter series of books that refers to a human who is a member of the non-magical community.

Here’s a wiki-link for the various occasions when this spell was used.

I often wonder why I remember some things and not others (which I am only reminded of through the recollections of others). Now I have a word for it. It’s as if random years of my life have been erased like they never happened. I suppose that is why the memories I have retained are so precious.

barely a feeling
fading to oblivescence
days of loving you

~kat