The phone buzzes… someone wants to check on my well-being.

I switch off social media notifications. The frequency is higher than normal.

I like seeing the well-dressed news reporters on television. There’s a normal life out there somewhere – people dressing up for work, interacting, going live …

I say my gratitude for the internet being on. I wouldn’t know what to do without it.

I like the recorded voice on Google Home. It responds to what I say, and gives status updates if the internet is not connected.

there’s human presence
everywhere – our thoughts connect
guess I’m still alive

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photo by Elijah O’Donnell via Unsplash

World reduced to two-fifty feet square

Blessed with internet

To know there’s more there

Padre

Three Line Tales, Week 218

Firstly I wish to thank Sarah Hardy, representing Bookouture for inviting me on the Blog Tour for The Garden of Lost Memories by Ruby Hummingbird.

BOOK DESCRIPTION

Just because you feel ordinary doesn’t mean you aren’t extraordinary to someone else.

Sixty-two-year-old Elsie knows what she likes. Custard creams at four o’clock, jigsaw puzzles with a thousand pieces, her ivy-covered, lavender-scented garden.

Ten-year-old Billy would rather spend his Saturdays kicking a ball, or watching TV, or anything really, other than being babysat by his grumpy neighbour Elsie and being force fed custard creams.

If it was up to them, they’d have nothing to do with each other. Unfortunately, you can’t choose who you live next door to.

But there is always more to people than meets the eye…

Elsie doesn’t know that Billy’s afraid to go to school now, or why his mother woke him up in the middle of the…

Bay Watch

Prior to one of the inner leadership retreats that I attended, Android and I enjoyed five days by the sea in Sitges. It was a really relaxing break and we were fortunate to be located near to a locals beach which was practically deserted one morning due to an imminent storm. In the prelude to the heavens opening, we took refuge in the crook of the bay and I penned the following lines.

New Waves

The waves expand like giant hands

that gesture me to open

They spread across the burnt-brown sand

and chant, you’re here, you’re coping

My thoughts drift out, it’s all about

the sounds of intuition

Do more of what feels good, no doubt

the sea’s wise to my mission

I feel attuned, it’s opportune

The sun should hide this morning

We’re sheltered in the bay’s half moon

More gratitude is dawning

For sure the…

It’s a landmark day in my life. I decide that others’ opinions on my existence do not matter.

I see moving lips around me, voicing disapproval, but I go about doing my work with determinate ease. Those expressions are not very pleasant, but it is about them, not me. I don’t feel a need to react.

There is unusual silence both inside and outside – all noise has disappeared.

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/04/01/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-101/

Welcome to another edition of Lisa Burton Radio. I’m your host, Lisa the robot girl, and I’m excited to be on the air in this time of national crisis.

Many of us are sequestered away right now, and that leaves room for a bit of reflection. I think we can all form an idea of what that’s like. Which brings me to my special guest today. “Welcome to the show, Jonah.”

“Hi, Lisa. Thanks for inviting me.”

“My bio says you’re alone on an island somewhere. To be honest, that sounds like a dream come true to many people. What can you tell us about that?”

“Oh, yeah, dream come true. Let me tell you about that. It’s anything but a paradise. The whole island is covered with tangled brush with thorns and stinging nettles. And that doesn’t even include the poisonous flowers that burn the skin horribly. But the…