“To strengthen the connection between your conscious and subconscious, is to gain access to a map and compass, as you travel through parallel worlds.”
― Kevin Michel, Moving Through Parallel Worlds To Achieve Your Dreams
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge 105 9-19-2019
This is a fun weekly writing prompt from Reena Saxena. Give it a try!
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Welcome to a new capsule of time!
We frame seven cycles of the Sun, and call it a week. What if it was longer? Would I be hosting one challenge in a week, or more? Mindless chatter J Let’s jump to the prompt.
PROMPT #105
The rules of the game are the same i.e. no rules. There is no bar on the length or format of the piece.
Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments. Tag it Reena’s Exploration Challenge for easy access in the Blog Roll.
LAST WEEK’S PROMPT
Susie Bocks at
Joe M. at
https://joem18b.wordpress.com/2019/09/12/poem-23/
Eugenia at
Teresa Smeigh at
Sadje at
Deborah at
https://awisewomansjourney.wordpress.com/2019/09/14/remembering/
Jade Li/Lisa at
Reena Saxena at
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/09/16/drive-the-drivers/
The Bag Lady at
Indira at
https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2019/09/16/reenas-exploration-challenge-104/
Len at
VJ Knutson at
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #86 5-9-2019
This is a fun weekly writing prompt from Reena Saxena. Give it a try!
Reena’s Exploration Challenge by Reena Saxena
I’ve been busy last week, and there were delays in reading and responding. In case, I’ve missed out on any of your pieces in the links below, please do let me know.
PROMPT
This week’s prompt consists of two words –
BLEEDING EDGE
The dictionary meaning is
the very forefront of technological development.
However, I can visualize many more applications of the word. Go where your imagination takes you.
FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS
There is no restriction on the length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments.
I eagerly await your responses.
LAST WEEK’S ROUND-UP
Hecblogger (Amit Agrawal) at
Beckie at
Tessa at
Indira at
https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2019/05/03/reenas-exploration-challenge-85-resilienr-friends/
Rupali Banerjee at
https://reflections451.wordpress.com/2019/05/03/endurance-haiku-reenas-exploration-challenge-85/
Eugenia at
Sadje at
Deborah at
https://awisewomansjourney.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/a-longing-ache/
VJ Knutson at
Susi Bocks at
Len at
athling2001 at
athling2001.wordpress.com/2019/05/07/reenas-exploration-challenge-85-5-7-2019/
Tanusri Sen at
Indira at
https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2019/05/03/reenas-exploration-challenge-85-resilient-friend
Helene Vaillant at
Von Smith at
https://2thinkis2be.wordpress.com/2019/05/08/roots-6/
The Dark Netizen at
https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/05/09/flash-fiction-embrace-2/
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #85 5-7-2019
Reena’s Exploration Challenge by Reena Saxena
When he died, her world cracked, a thousand shards of body shattered like a quarried stone. It wasn’t she missed him; his hands were rough on her skin, abrasive, his body heavy and hurting, but he was all she knew. Without him, she was nothing. Felt nothing. Belonged nowhere.
Her mind was free, yet her body was not, so long trapped it had forgotten freedom.
I wish, it said, I wish, but no wishes were left.
I long, it said, I long, but no longing was left.
I cry, it said, I cry, but no crying was left.
I die, it said, I die, but there is no dying left.
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83 4-18-2019
Reena’s Exploration Challenge by Reena Saxena
Welcome again, and always to this space, which has become sacred to me! You may not see it in the same manner. And why should you? Each of us has our own unique perspective on the world and its interesting contents.
PROMPT
Picture
FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS
There is no restriction on the length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments.
I eagerly await your responses.
LAST WEEK’S ROUND-UP
Amit Agrawal (hecblogger) at
Eugenia at
Deborah at awisewomansjourney
https://awisewomansjourney.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/a-vacated-ache/
Teresa Smeigh at
Michael at
Len at
Jade Li at
Sadje at
Jen Goldie at
The Dark Netizen at
https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/microfiction-our-black-hole/
VJ Knutson at One Woman’s Quest
Reena Saxena at
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/human-blackholes/
Indira Mukhopadhyay at Sharing Your Thoughts
https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/reenas-exploration-challenge-82/
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #76 3-1-2019
PROMPT
Musings on the Universe
There is something indefinably magical in space. Mankind has looked upwards for centuries, always wanting to know more. Where did we come from? Why does the rain fall? What Gods make lightening? What have we done to make the Gods angry? What are stars made of? How did the universe begin? How will it end? How can we see further and further into a mystery always just beyond reach?
Ancient civilizations had cause to fear the sky. In the modern world, however, we have lost any sense of fear and wonder about that which suspends our tiny planet in the vastness of space and time. The ability for the majority of us to experience the universe first hand is small. Astronauts are heroes because they dare to step into the vastness that has frightened and awed and puzzled mankind since our first ancestor rose onto two legs and looked towards the sky.
Did dinosaurs ponder the wonders of space? Fish? Lions? Horses? Even the small one-celled amoeba? The creatures of this world don’t need to ponder space because they are space. Instinctively, they know their connection to the universe, something we forgot long ago when we chose to divide and accept ‘he’ is different than ‘me’.
So why does the sound of a machine beeping in space open up such a vast emptiness inside me? Awe that, even though the sounds were recorded over 40 years ago, makes me shiver, forces me to admit I, too, am part of the wonder of the universe. Sounds which make me feel something opening inside me in a way I have never experienced before; connects me to the universe in a way I never imagined possible.
I am, you are, every living thing in this world and beyond, not to mention rocks and chairs and books, and computers, are made of starstuff. We see solids when, in reality, the atoms from which we are made are simply gathered together and pretending to be the solids called ‘me’ or ‘you’ or ‘Fido.’ The same as a star 40 million light years away is pretending to be the solid called ‘star.’ I am ‘me,’ but I am also Sputnik, forty years ago, sending the sounds of infinity back to the’ me’ on earth listening this very moment.
What awe would fill this world if we all understood, down to the tiniest particle of our being, that we aren’t different. We are all made of the same stuff as the stars. We all feel that deep instinctive pull towards knowing, understanding, who we are and where we belong in this infinite universe.
Perhaps that is what the beeping of Sputnik reminds us. Somewhere out there, beyond our sight, in the blackness both outside and inside us, there is an emptiness we all understand – loneliness, fear, death – but we do not need to be afraid. We are one. No matter the vastness between the stars, or between two neighbors, there is always a bridge, always a connection of starstuff binding us together.
Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Week 73 2-7-2018
“Time,” he said, “really isn’t time.”
“You see, there is no such thing as time. Time is a notion that man, in all his infinite wisdom, invented to keep track of his world. Have to be at the office by 7:00. Dinner by 12:00. Home by 5:00. How else is man going to know what to do and where to go without time?”
“But time means nothing to the universe. The universe doesn’t need to get to the office or dinner or home. The universe is present and past and future all at once.”
“It is man’s time that distinguishes between present, past and future. How are we to know when our flight arrives in Hong Kong if we don’t have time? How do we tick each minute off waiting for a loved one to call?”
“Time is elastic. Going to Grandmother’s house takes forever. Going home seems to take no time at all. The distance is the same. The only difference is our perception of time, something that doesn’t really exist except as space-time, a single point in the universe that is past and present and future all at once.”
Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Week 2-7-2018
Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Week 72 2-5-2018
I found this illustration rather quaint and curious. It is an illustration done for Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I don’t know the story, but why is the tree male and the human female? Is the mobility or immobility an illusion? Is it a scene of love, magic or revenge? What do the projections denote?
I invite you to ponder over it, and write whatever it generates within you.
On with the quill, and the thinking cap ….
PROMPT
She heard him coming, but didn’t slow, running swiftly down the forest pathway, slippered feet barely making a sound. She wasn’t afraid of the forest, but she was afraid of him. How grotesque he looked, gnarled with branches sprouting from his back. His face so smooth and young, but his limbs like branches grown wrong way round.
In the depths of the forest, she heard the cries of the animals and they seemed to be urging her on, warning her as he thumped closer and closer and closer. His voice wind through the leaves, carried in ripples tree to tree.
Papa was waiting on the edge of the forest, catching her in his arms as he had so many times before; carrying her, exhausted and trembling, into the house and to her bed.
Once she slept, he grabbed up a bucket and set out through the forest. It took him hours to find the tree, but he did. The funny looking tree that looked like a running man.
She’d been afraid of this tree since she was a baby though he’d never understood why. Still, it was enough. He was done.
Pouring kerosene around the tree, he stepped back; tossed in a match. Walked away.
No one heard the screams.
Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Week 2-4-2018
I found this illustration rather quaint and curious. It is an illustration done for Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I don’t know the story, but why is the tree male and the human female? Is the mobility or immobility an illusion? Is it a scene of love, magic or revenge? What do the projections denote?
I invite you to ponder over it, and write whatever it generates within you.
On with the quill, and the thinking cap ….
PROMPT
FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS
There is no restriction on the format or the length of the piece. It just has to be your reflection on the prompt from the core.
Write a post on your blog, and link it up with here with a pingback, or copy-pasting the blog link in Comments.
I eagerly await your responses.
LAST WEEK’S ROUNDUP
Eugenia at
http://amanpan.com/2019/01/24/altogether/
Lady Nimue (Prat’s Corner) at
https://ladynimue.wordpress.com/2019/01/25/light-of-poetry/
Lady Lee Manila at
https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/2019/01/25/reenas-exploration-challenge-71/
Michael at
http://summerstommy.com/2019/01/25/reenas-exploration-challenge-71-getting-it-right/
Amit Agrawal (hecblogger) at
Bladud Fleas at
https://moonisrising.wordpress.com/2019/01/25/a-little-right-entertainment/
Helene Vaillant (Willow Poetry) at
http://helenevaillant.com/2019/01/27/getting-it-right/
Reena Saxena at
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/01/28/personal-truth/
Indira (Sharing Thoughts) at
https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2019/01/30/reenas-exploration-challenge-71/
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