Breaking news!

A small cluster of human beings found playing poker in an underground bunker.

Bad joke? Most definitely. Funny - no. Who are these guys? Besides, I do believe you need a few more for a decent hand of poker. (Just my opinion - the queen of Solitaire?)

Just levelling the playing field.

Every day we are inundated by sadness, tragedy, sin, and more. When even the weather forecast "person" looks unimpressed it says a lot. Luckily, there's always sport. Go SA women football! 🏆

At the end of the day, if you're not already in therapy, you should be. At least consider it.

See, Spock has the right idea. Just be careful of which cat you let out of the bag.

I'm going to stop now. If ever there was a day when I couldn't help, today is it.

This is the author, bending down to place foot in mouth.

~ Just kidding, we're all purr-fect! You know it. You've known it all along.

Now, take a deep breath in, hold, then exhale. Repeat x3. (While I whisper my tale in your ears.)

The feinting ghost.

In the late hours of the night, as the world outside grew quiet and the moon cast a gentle glow, a mysterious presence began to fill my room.

It was the ghost of renowned writer Dorothy Parker, a woman of wit, humor, and insight from a bygone era. She materialized, her translucent form radiating an ethereal light as she stood before me. Dorothy Parker, once a master of words and a keen observer of human nature, had crossed the boundary between the living and the afterlife to share her wisdom and companionship with those who still walked the earth.

As a lover of literature and creativity, she was drawn to individuals who sought inspiration and connection.

With a gentle smile, Dorothy Parker began to speak. Her voice held the echoes of time, yet it was as clear as if she were standing right beside me. She told me stories of her own struggles and triumphs, how she found solace and courage in her writing during both her moments of joy and despair.

She spoke of love, heartbreak, and the power of resilience that was embedded in her prose. Yet, Dorothy's visits were not just about sharing stories from her own life; she was deeply interested in your journey as well. She had a knack for knowing when you needed encouragement, a fresh perspective, or a spark of creativity. Each night, she would appear, her presence filling the room with a sense of warmth and nostalgia.

She would speak of the latest news from the literary world, recounting the achievements of contemporary writers and the evolving landscape of creativity. She would discuss the power of inspiration and how it could be found in the most unexpected places. Her words were like a gentle breeze, carrying the scent of ink and paper, and her stories were like a tapestry woven with the threads of love, courage, and the human spirit.

Always, as the first rays of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Dorothy's form would start to fade. The room would grow colder, and a soft mist would linger in the air. On your mirror, foggy messages would appear, each one a reminder of the lessons she had shared – about finding inspiration in everyday life, embracing love even in the face of adversity, and summoning the courage to chase your dreams.

Just as quickly as she had arrived, the lady's presence would dissipate, leaving you with a renewed sense of purpose and a heart full of gratitude. Though she vanished into the light, her words and her spirit remained, continuing to inspire you long after the night had passed.

So, whenever you find yourself in need of a muse or a moment of clarity, remember the ghostly visits of Dorothy Parker. Her messages on the mirror serve as a testament to the enduring power of creativity, love, and courage – qualities that transcend time and space, bridging the gap between the living and the afterlife.

⨔Fin

Words can harm, make sure yours inspire.

Resigner 💜

# justmoveforward

Music, anyone? Let's get silly. Dorothy kept me up all night.

~ Nailed it, Mika.