Five Minute Friday: Dive
The first thing I think of on reading the word ‘dive’ is a swimming pool, a
diving board a few feet high up in the
air, and then in my mind, I hear a splash amoment later. And who dived into the
water? Not me, I have not even thought about me diving into water from high up
anytime though I do think a lot about swimming – something I yearn to learn and
hope to do at least this year.
But as I think more the word also brings me to mind, of the human mind
letting itself dive into moods and either emerging exultant when the mood was
good or just sinking deeper into the depths of despair. I learned many years
ago, from my first stay away from home, when I went to college, that dwelling
on negative feelings really does feel like diving into unknown depths which are
really dangerous and can pull you in. so before you go in too deep, you need to
get yourself out. Soon enough, I learned not to dwell at all. Instead, I chose
mainly to dive into waters that are joyful, beautiful, so I may emerge, a
For NaBloPoMo’s prompt of the day:
How do you find the energy to write when you’re not in the mood?
I just have to get into it because as I said in yesterday’s post, every
minute that I use my energy here energizes me. Self-sustaining 🙂
Today’s dVerse prompt – the medium is the message – imagist poetry using the surroundings.
About -me posters on the walls,
Artwork hanging on strung-wire,
Essay samples tacked to boards,
Today’s assignment on the whiteboard–
‘Resolutions for class’.
School notices, the weeks’ work –
Overwhelming number this week –
Piled – waiting to be orderly stacked
To their destination by human hands –
Their person’s Friday folders
and then backpacks.
I am, as always, reading multiple books this week, and I just started on what I think is one of the biggest books I have ever read (excluding, of course, ‘A Suitable Boy’ by Vikram Seth!) – ‘Bleak House’ by Charles Dickens. Based on comments about the book on goodreads, I feel confident to start this with other reading going on, as they all say not to be overwhelmed by the size:)
‘London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill.’
The Friday 56
‘He looked so disagreeable and his cat looked so wickedly at me, as if I were a blood-relation of the birds upstairs, that I was quite relieved by Richard’s appearing at the door and saying, “Miss Summerson, I hope you are not bargaining for the sale of your hair. Don’t be tempted. Three sacks below are quite enough for Mr. Krook!”‘