I like this one. :)
Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.
O. (it was locked or I’d link!) gave me the letter T.
Tell: a loaded word. Telling a story is when I feel the most like I am doing what I’m meant to do (I mean like storytelling sort of telling, not gossip). Not telling things soaked up most of my energy for close to 20 years of my life. For all that I like the first, I still find telling about hard stuff – hard.
Twinkies: don’t eat them, man. For me they represent the worst in modern society: we take nutritious wheat and turn it into garbage, and then sell it to children.
True: if there’s one collective motto in the system it would be good ol’ Bill’s And this above all: to thine ownself be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. Unfortunately we often forget the first part of dear Polonius’s advice. :-)
Testosterone: yes I know we all have some, but I particularly like it in the men in my life.
Tent: When I was a teenager, and indeed when I (Shandra) was first around in the system, I spent 7 summers in all at camp: 3 as a camper, one a CIT, and 3 as a counsellor. I credit those 7 summers with giving me in particular and all of us a sense of strength and a base of security. Most summers we slept in cabins but the second summer we slept in a tent, a large airy canvas tent with a wooden platform. I don’t think it’s coincidence that my personal home as a warrior queen in our inner world is an ornate command-post… in a tent.
Toothbrush: Don’t leave home without one. I shared one once and it was kind of cosy in a very icky way.
Touch: not just one of my favourite senses, but what we hope to achieve in our writing – touching other people. It makes me sad that a few pedophiles have made our society touch phobic when it comes to children.
T.S. Eliot: One of my favourite poets. A timely quote: April is the cruellest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots with spring rain.
Telepathy: I never really have believed in this sense/power in my life, but the last few years may have changed my opinion. And of course, there’s always the question of how people within a system talk to each other.
Tears for Fears: Still have very fond feelings for, even if never got to sleep with. :-)
My life won’t be complete until I get a letter of my own to discuss. True story.
B for you Sassy!
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