August 31, 2017: Memorize
She had all the answers. Everyone came to Ditma for advice. Close friends, classmates, family members, friends of friends, neighbors, girls, boys, women, men, even parents. They came to Ditma for guidance on all their problems: career advice, study lessons, overcoming self-doubt, relationship troubles, high anxiety, financial woes, fitness and nutrition, the whole gammut. Many had not slept for days, but after they met with Ditma, their frantic minds would slow down and they sleep without a hiss.
Ditma would patiently listen to the troubled souls vent their fears and troubles. She would give them their full attention, and her ear. Once her desperate clients would finish talking, they would look at Ditma with longing eyes. Ditma would then close her own eyes – though this part of it was really for show, and her own amusement – then open them back up again, and simply repeat an approach she memorized from the internet on how to tackle the challenge of her particular client. It was quite simple, really, but what made Ditma different was not her uncanny memory and stock of recipes. Rather, it was her ear. She listened. People felt respected. All along, they had the answers they were looking for. They just needed a boost, from Ditma.
August 30, 2017: Enamored
A word a day keeps the doctor away. Pen to pad or finger to key, he became enamored with writing. Stories that shake up corners of his imagination. Tales of experiences. Human experiences. Expressions of emotion and thought, fleeting or not. A whole word can fit on a small page, and travel anywhere with the instant click of a mouse. Suddenly the page gets smaller but the stories get deeper. What a wonder!
August 28, 2017: Magnetic
A cool breeze passed through the window and over her face. Head rested back on a pillow and legs stretched out over the end of her short bed, she looked up at the ceiling. She wasn’t looking at anything in particular. Her ambition lived in her imagination, which was hard at work. She remained fixed on the ceiling, as if her thoughts were traveling high, drawn up by a magnetic firmament. Yet she remained fixed on her bed, unable to move, victim to apathy. Her body was stuck, drawn down by a magnetic inertia. She thought hard to fight it.
August 27, 2017: Homage
Antawn entered the world on January 27, 1970 in the Southeastern United States. He wasn’t Antawn then – the full grown, handsome civil rights attorney we know today. He was a blank slate, perhaps with some hereditary tendencies. Antawn could have been Abejide, Ngoyo, Kareem, Michael, Alex, Pablo, Dhruv, Chi, or Gale. He spent his early years wide-eyed and impressionable, much like any child. Born into modest means, he had not seen much of the world beyond the American South. He struggled to understand the history of the land he was born into. Antawn couldn’t go far without seeing homage to the old Confederacy, when his family would have been beaten, tortured and robbed of humanity for no reason at all but the pitfalls of humanity. Flags, statues and plaques commemorating this era loomed over Antawn for years as he grew into Antawn. He then took it upon himself to pay homage to a higher truth. He dedicated his life to civil rights, spreading the truth that we are all Antawns, Pablos, Michaels and Dhruv’s.
August 26, 2017: Dignify
On each side of the long, mahogany wood table sits two separate delegations from two opposite nations. They gathered on this day to discuss a breach of trust. One nation had violated their Shared National Resources Agreement in response to the other nation popularizing a film that demonized the character of the other nation’s integrity. The faces of the prominent delegates along the long table were steaming with rage and smoke was bursting out of their ears in fury. The newspapers dignified the spat as a dispute. The bodyguards in the room new better.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Corner
Each stone has its corners, for thousands of years. They come together at the base to point North, East, South and West. They come together at the top to shoot into the stars. For thousands upon thousands of years.
August 25, 2017: Inhabit
We inhabit different feet. Walking, sitting, jumping, running, swimming, laying.
We inhabit different lens. Perceiving, seeing, experiencing, filtering.
We inhabit different times. Reading, writing, storytelling, learning, repeating.
We inhabit different homes. Crosses, crescents, stars, statues, carpets, smells.
Still, we remain one. Soul, life, presence.
August 24, 2017: Synchronize
Legs crossed on the ground, back up right, hands on knees, palms facing up and eyes closed, Shafik inhaled deeply through his nose then exhaled deeply from his mouth. He paused for a moment, then repeated. And then again, for about ten minutes. Then he gets up, walks out the door of his humble abode and steps into the world with his mind, body and soul peacefully synchronized with the oneness all around him, far and near.
August 23, 2017: Visceral
Chi thought long and hard. He thought for days and nights, dawns and dusks, falls and springs. Yet he thought to no avail. Chi’s intellect surpassed that of the world’s leading supercomputer, but he could not decide on the right answer. He had tasked himself with plotting the optimal course for the next two years of his own life, so he drew upon his knowledge of statistical forecasting, network modeling, social systems behavior and advanced psychological techniques. Chi applied his intellect successfully, of course, but was not convinced of the answers he created. Something stopped him from embracing the scientifically determined course of action he plotted for himself. A deep, visceral instinct prevented all his intellect from controlling what matters most — life itself. So he thought some more.