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An important routine

January 18, 2022

I watch him walk up and down the sidewalk

with a basketball as his sidekick

bounce, bounce, bounce

No matter the day or weather

Completely engrossed in his own world

He is old enough for me to ponder

Is he unconcerned with how others might view him?

Or are his brain and body quenched by routine?

I’d venture to guess both

I learn more from watching him

Than anything I see on any screen

His actions outrank the messages being thrown at me

and those thoughts I tell myself are important

Why not venture to do something enjoyable every day?

This is the fiftteenth (#15) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

In Awareness, Brain dump, childhood, Kids, Memories, Passion, Reflection, Sharing Wisdom, Sports, Stress release ,
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I am good now

February 15, 2021

Mom took me to the place where I’ve been weighed

And poked

And given treats

That place is not half bad

Until I got tired and next thing I knew

I was waking up from a nap I didn’t know I took

My tummy hurt

And was colder and less furry than normal

And I somehow wedged my head in plastic

Dad picked me up

I couldn’t do anything but sit down and feel sad

About all the stuff I had endured

I was sure no other dog had ever lived through

Such confusion and anguish

I am good now

This is the thirteenth (#13) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

In Just for Fun, Memories, Pets ,
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Trapped, yet freed

April 19, 2020

COVID2

With nowhere to go and nothing to do,

our minds drift to the what if’s and why now’s?

A sadness creeps in to cracks that deepen,

with each passing day and missed occasion

Life is less predictable than we had hoped,

while time plays hide and seek with no guarantee

of ever being found, of ever being caught

You can feel trapped in solitary confinement

while surrounded by windows and beating hearts

Or you can cherish the breeze and the birds

because your soul is finally still enough to feel and hear

What if this was needed, why not now?

 

This is the eleventh (#11) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

In Awareness, Brain dump, Experience, Inspiration, Loss, Memories, Reflection, Sharing Wisdom, Strength ,
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