Not feeling very inspired cuz Fibromyalgia has been competing for my attention but here’s a sample of what I’ve journaled for the journaling class:
Fishy Fishy 19th Century Nursery Rhyme, not by me
Fishy Fishy in a brook
Papa catch ’em with a hook
Mama fry ’em in a pan
Baby eat ’em like a man
(You can read MY version Fishy Fishy Walk on Land – here)
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Journal Prompt: “You’re never too old to set another goal or dream another dream.” C.S. Lewis
Dolly at rest
I cut out Dolly (and some other images) days ago and stuck her in the journal book. Unconsciously she wove her way into my journal free-writing during MaryAnn Easley’s journal class so I pasted her (Dolly, not MaryAnn) on the page. I think she’s comfortable there even though I cut away the chair she was sitting in.
Fibromyalgia! That’s a nightmare. I didn’t need to tell you that. I hope it’s not as bad as some other efriends of mine who have it.
Love the fishy poem. How cute we used to be!
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Jacqui,
I also hope my fibromyalgia isn’t as bad as a lot of people who suffer from it! Because I’ve been able to control my own schedule all these years I’ve been able to keep it at a low roar . . . but it does have a mind of it’s own (or rather, it’s has MY mind of it’s own).
The Fishy poem is one of my favorites, even tho it smacks (as in lip smacking) of fishy-cruelty.
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