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Like many of you I had to find a way to include a lighthouse in a challenge of words ending in light, but I wasn’t sure my photograph of it could really be described as a guiding light. So instead I am going to call this twilight with nightlights and jacklights, it’s a highlight. Oh dear I think Tish is right I am going to need some therapy in February!

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      1. That’s so weird! Anyway, there’s something wrong with the app I think. My setting shows comments are “enabled” but then when I opened my post using my browser, I had to tick the allow comments box.

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        1. You’re not the first to have experienced that this month . . .think there must be something odd happening with WordPress. Today, for the second time this month, it will not allow me to use the space bar in posts!!

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  1. Hi B – a 400-word story – just for you:
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    When we first set sail – I did not realize I had more baggage than just my worn Louis Vuitton bags.
    I was just taking this trip for adventure. Needed to feel the sea – leave land – and get away from same ol’ same ol’.

    The trip had some tough days.
    Food is rationed on this small vessel and meals are not always what you prefer – but always nourishing. We make it work – and speaking of work – we also have to hold our own and do chores.
    I forgot the value of hard work. I forgot how disciplined I could be when I did not have a choice. The lazy me that liked to sleep, did not think twice about waking with the horn – before dawn –in the frigid morn.

    Robotically, I did chores. One day – while hoisting the sail, I felt how fit my calves had become. My stomach also felt strong. I realized my body was so happy. Humans need to use their body and mine was happy from getting worked out.

    Most days did not have a lot of talking. Quietness had a way of allowing us all to pass time in tight quarters. Some of us regretted taking this long voyage. Even if we all knew it was what we needed, regret creeped in.
    One day, I was down in the hull practicing knots, kind of like Jason Bourne, and it was then that I realized something in my being had healed.

    It was the same morning we pulled into this harbor.

    Looking out – the clouds greeted us – along with the shimmer of a beam from the lighthouse.
    This all matched my essence – I was now beaming inside with pride.
    Not pride from materials or career achievement – but pride from being satisfied with this trip. I signed up and stayed on to make it work. We heard some folks have left early – like one man had his helicopter pick him up. A few others took home a plane from a port.
    As I exhaled, I smiled because I was not a quitter. Not this time.
    A spark of light burned inside. Now the challenge would be to not lose this when I returned to the rat race.
    But that is weeks away. For now, I will stay present, work, and keep rhythm.
    I will return to the same ol’ same ol’ with a new and improved me.
    ___
    © P R I O R H O U S E

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  2. I do like that some folks said this photo was moody – but I also feel there word “story”
    and this shot seems to be a great story starter.
    wonderful capture – and my post is coming soon

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