Written for Christine of Stine Writing:
Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 06/11/2024
Welcome to the 6-minute challenge! Today’s prompt is: This is a picture of a model
in a dress* that looks like its plastic and full of air *****For …
To The Next Generation: It’s Not Your Fault
This passing of the baton is no easy feat. Not when our parents and their
parents introduced us to old stories about how we got here and “promised”
that the perennial wonders of the world would never disappear—well, how
would something as grand as The Great Barrier Reef ever disappear? And
the glaciers? And the jungles and forest that entice us season after
season? Simply impossible!
This could never happen to us smart people with smart phones and gadgets
that advance us daily, private jets and fast vehicles that defy time. Yet
here we are, we’ve destroyed the very foundation of the oceans and the
barrier reef is suffering. Our forests and mountains are suffering. Birds
are displaced. Their livelihood uncertain.
So when we hand over this baton what else are you supposed to do with what
you have to work with? The wreckage of our follies? Plastic! When plastic
is what we pass on to you. (You inherit from us).
We. I. Cannot fathom how these models* will advance your generation but I
trust you know something we old people don’t. The only thing I beg is that
you never forget that humans thrive best on connections and touch and
proximity and connectivity. Please don’t confine yourselves into plastic
matrixes for it is then that seasons of mankind will cease to exist.
(224 words)
06:03:10 on my timer (as the title came to me and I had to write it down,
lest I forget) But I want to add:
And I want to be within ear distance to hear the new stories you will
tell me.
copyright ©️ selma
No shaming. It’s not your fault.
Children Learn What They Live: Book by Dorothy Nolte and Rachael Harris
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Thanks for reading 🙇🏽♀️
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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a great way to look at it and good advice
Thanks, dear Beth 🤗 xo, Selma
Love this, Selma.
Glad you did, Maria. The prompt was for a stream of consciousness like writing in 6 minutes. Wow. First time I time myself like that. Glad you enjoyed my six minutes
I’m not sure I could write this well in 6 minutes. Unless my mind is in the mood, I guess. Truly brilliant writing, Selma.
Learning from our mistakes, if only if it were that simple; but it is.
Our kids are inheriting a flawed scenario. We must trust they’ll tackle them problems with finesse and if we’re still around we must be content with being observers.
God help them. For us. Bless you. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Let’s hope they can do better than we did! (K)
Indeed. Let’s hope they can do better than we have. Blessing as always. 🤗
so well and wisely said, Selma…🙏
Thanks for saying. I appreciate your readership. Destiny. Xo
This is beautiful Selma!
😜 a stream of consciousness writing in a little over 6 minutes. Glad you enjoyed. 🤗
I love this Selma, so beautiful!