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Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once, and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
My words are:
They were submitted by: The Diary of an Alzheimer's Caregiver - Thank you, Rena!
These words make me think of what might be a Thanksgivig story.
A nice dinner, planned for and prepared elaboratly, ends in some kind of family drama.
Like "you're not our real daughter, we adopted you when you were a baby". After everybody has gone home, the daughter in question sits at the window, crying, while outside heavy rain drops are falling.
If we go back in time, there was another woman sitting at the window as well.
It was in the middle of winter, the snowflakes were falling like feathers from the sky.
It was a queen who was sitting at a window with a black ebony frame, sewing. And as she was sewing and looking up at the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle, and three drops of blood fell into the snow.
Remember what fairy tale this is?
Good job, it's Snow White!
I'm not sure about the queen's cause of death. I guess it wasn't the needle's fault. What if it was though?
A simple thimble may not only have saved Snow White's real Mom's life, and her Dad would not have married the evil Stepmom, but Snow White's entire life journey would have played out differently.
Or not.
Maybe she'd still have met her Prince, just in a different context?
Have you watched "Sliding Doors"? The romantic comedy-drama film back in the late 1990s? Gwyneth Paltrow played a PR professional who got fired from her job and wanted to catch a train to go home in the middle of the afternoon.
From here, the storyline alternates.
In one version she misses the train, hails a cab, and a guy snatches her purse, injuring her in the process. She goes to the hospital and gets home at her regular time.
In the alternate version she manages to get on the Underground (the story plays in London, England) and arrives home to catch her boyfriend in bed with another woman.
Interestingly on both journeys, she will end up meeting the same new boyfriend.
What does this tell us?
It really doesn't matter if we catch the train. If we miss it, there's a good chance we'll meet the love of our life.
We probably tend to overthink our life decisions. Everything will be OK, no matter what. We just have to have faith.
What do you think?
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I believe in fate and that we find who we are meant to be with. We just have to recognize it.
ReplyDeleteI think you took this post into a very wise direction.
ReplyDeleteClever take on the prompt! Sliding Doors is an excellent movie that I've watched twice now. And, you are probably right. ☺
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