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Here is the prompt for writing, thinking, excavating the real you this week!

Love Stories

“You call it madness, but I call it love”- Don Byas

This is what women know about love.

Being lovesick.

This is the taste of love.

An enchanted evening.

It’s Sunday morning. You’re with the one you love.

The sudden skid of falling in love.

The debris of intimacies.

If this is love, why does it hurt?

She fell in love…..all over her body.

Slow dancing.

It was a one night stand.

Love at first sight.

“The crash of unrequited love”- Northern Exposure

What was said before and after.

It wasn’t exactly love…

“Without a body to live in, love is homeless” Susan Moon

There are sixteen words for love.

If I loved you.

“Broken heart” is such a cliché.

Why they call it “falling” in love.

To be in love? …or have someone love you.

Love.

 

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Judy A. McNutt A former radio programmer, Judy A. McNutt currently inspires the joy of life and learning as she teaches reading, writing, and math to special needs elementary school children. McNutt splits her time between San Diego, California and Sedona, Arizona. Poetry of Days is her first collection of poems.

WORD BANK for EXCAVATION:

Willingness
Hope
Freedom
Tolerance
Peace
Compassion
Guilt
Spirit
Wisdom
Virtue
Honesty
Passion
Focus
Perseverance
Joyousness
Clarity
Charity
Protection
Prosperity
Love
Balance
Safety
Creativity
Togetherness
Unity
Openness
Humor
Conciseness


 

Power
Clairvoyance
Connection
Fearlessness
Healing
Understanding
Opportunity
Refinement
Receive
Gather
Intuition
Magic
Celebration
Awakening
Reincarnation
Darkness
Light
Growth
Harmony
Silence
Faith
Truth
Introspection
Courage
Dreams
Change
Gentleness 


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last week's prompt:

Maps to Anywhere

This is a map of my heart.

You’re in uncharted territory.

“Changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes” (Jimmy Buffett)

To get from ______to _____, you must…

The place beyond which “there may be dragons”.

A trail.

Taking a detour.

A secret location.

He had never passed this way before.

Following the map of my desires.

It was drawn on the back of an envelope.

A sentence like a map.

Jealousy is a map.

I follow the sound of someone singing.

Lost again.

An address on an unknown street.

We walk north.

Two miles beyond the bridge.

“Of what avail are fourty freedoms without a blank spot on the map?” (Aldo Leopold)

This is the map of the air that I breathe.

A map of the heavens.

 

 

 
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