A Vertigo of Change – Humanity’s Design!

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A Vertigo of Change

What a place – the world we live in today. A wonder, indeed, to be able to make it through each and every “ever-changing” day!

Suspended in the moment, thinking to oneself “what is happening?” Emotions so intense, and balance with life so far removed from that which was.

Sensations of dizziness, yet beneath this . . . one feels an amazing rebirth emerging inside; basic, elemental and needed.

Coordinated internal images and creative processes awakening while technology races on. I do keep pace with all, and yet, am swept up in a matrix of life’s mysterious design. I marvel from one heartbeat to the next as to who we are, and what we shall become.

If we can only but find our balance, the future – our future – awaits the fulfillment of creation’s dream.

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A most excellent weekend to all my wonderful friends, both those I’ve come to know and cherish, and those I’ve yet to meet!

~ Penny

Friday Fictioneers – Stunning just stunning!

A new Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Thank you Rochelle! And thank you Jennifer Pendergast for this wonderful photograph. For more information on how to be a part of the Friday Fictioneers (a great opportunity to practice your writing craft), click on the link above! My offering follows, I hope you enjoy!

Photograph copyright Jennifer Pendergast 2013

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Tilting his head back as far as it would go he strained his neck, looking at the magnificent staircase. Stunning just stunning!

His nature to do so, he stands in quiet contemplation. His thoughts, the probable mentality of the architect drafting this design – an amazing masterpiece. Stair steps spiraling one above the other, on and on, seemingly without end.

With a change of perspective and attitude, his gaze turned to the items he had brought.

Painful reality, Ah yes. With a weary but determined set to his shoulders he gives a huge sigh and reaches down. Worn hands picking out needed items, he thinks one final thought about the architect – his newest nemesis. There certainly hadn’t been any consideration given as to who or how someone would be cleaning the thing.

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A brief note here: When I first published this, the story was from the perspective of a female cleaning lady. But the more I thought about it, it seemed to me that it would play even better with a man in the role (a janitor type of personality), so I rewrote the original version to the one you see now!

Thank you,

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Penny