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

Welcome back!

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

Perspective

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

https://jengoldie493473930.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/yes-miss-cross-in-response-to-reena-saxenas-exploration-challenge-82-april-11-2019/

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

Reena’s Exploration Challenge

PROMPT

Musings on the Universe

Sputnik Beep

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

 

Question of the Day 2-12-2019

Please feel free to answer these questions on your blog or in the responses. You can also feel free to forward these questions to anybody who might be interested. Thank you to those who have already shared their thoughts.


What is something people think you don’t or wouldn’t do, but you know you would do?

Most people who know me seem to think I am this calm, controlled, non-cussing, person. I can be that most of the time, but there are times when I’m not. I do, however, try to be out of control, angry, and a speaker of bad words when I am alone.

One time when I worked at the hospital, a PCA called on the Intercom to yell at me for paging her when she was in another room. Problem was, from the front desk, I could not see the ends of the hall so there was no way to know if she was in a patient’s room or not. I told her, rather forcefully, that  if I could not see where she was, how was I supposed to know if she was in a patient room or not?

When I hung up and turned around, everybody at the nurse’s desk was looking at me like ‘did you just yell?’

No, I didn’t yell, I just raised my voice slightly to be heard over her ranting, but nobody expected that of me.

Not sure how I got the matronly mom label.

In my writing, I write ‘sex’ scene when needed and have had people read my work and then say ‘I’m not the person they thought I was.”

It is what it is. I am what I am. Those people who really know me know what a little (calm) hellion I can be!