Last week, she posted the image below and said, "This needs a caption, don't you think?" and offered a book to the winner. Fun! So, I let my eyes wander and instantly fell into France, Paris to be exact. I could hear this little boy thinking in French. He carried time because he didn't want to lose it. And it wasn't for him. This stance was heroic. He was attempting to save someone very near and dear to him. See, you can tell that from the confidence in his slightly-wider-than-shoulder stance and also by how straight he's standing. He's not hunched like he lost. He's tall, proud, sure, and confident that he will save the person he's trying to save. Who is it? His maman. Though he did say "maman" in all the scenes he showed me, I chose to use mama so it would relate to the mainly American audience that appears to follow MJ Rose on Facebook.
What I found most amazing about this experience is the story I created. I had no idea such a story was in me! I've crafted many a story by just sitting down and writing when the mood hit or when I needed to express something I couldn't to anyone else. But I had no pre-conceived ideas about what to make of this image. It just "came" to me. That is being in the flow. A place I've longed to be creatively, but have told myself no, over and over again. Why have I stopped myself? Because I don't like to make mistakes. So often, a mistake feels like a waste of time. A creation of waste implies something for a landfill, which our world needs less of. Ugh. Waste. BUT!!! By just allowing the words to come and the story to unfold as I saw in my minds eye, I created something that amazed me.
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I don't like to write about loss and death because I fear I will fall into a pit of such sorrow that I won't be able to pull myself out. And I have discovered that when you focus on positive feelings and results, you receive good. Hence, writing about the potential for loss in the story below felt risky and a little scary, but I plowed forward anyway. I felt there was something good to come in the end. A lesson to learn that could be applied to build a better, more joyful life. And there was because I allowed it to happen and put the No's in the chair beside me.
Yes! Yes, I wrote that from nothing but an image.
Yes, I can create stories.
Yes, I am creative.
Yes, it's ok to make a mistake.
And, YES! I won!!!!!!!!!!
Story is below the inspiration image.
Now, it's time to go read the book I chose for my prize, Seduction. See the embedded pin to the left. Oooo I'm so excited!
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The Inspiration: A Caption Contest hosted by M.J. Rose on her Facebook Page.
Caption 1: Well, a short story, really.
"You rest," he said putting his hand on her heart, "while I go find Father Time. You'll see. Trust me mama, I will ask him to give you more time and he will."
"I just know he will."
And Father Time was generous. Quite generous. He told this brave young man that his deed earned him many more moments with his mother, if only she should choose to stay. He encouraged the boy to remind his mother of all the timeless moment of great and powerful joy she had experienced. "But I have only known her a short time. Didn't she have joy before me?" Father Time told him all he need do was give her a hug, say I Love You and then ask her to stay and play. Then Father Time gave him a laboriously large pocket watch as proof of his bravery and to show his mother that she had time left if only she chose to accept the gift.
At once, This brave little man raced to his mother. Upon seeing the oversized gift of time from the powerful an generous Father Time, she at once burst into tears and belly laughter simultaneously. It was true! She was right. Her intuition spot on. Death was not rocking in the chair beside her bed waiting for her to pass. No. That was her guardian angel. And her brave son reminded her of the powerful joy and moments not yet discovered that awaited her. She would recover. She would emerge more beautiful, loving, an wise than before and all with her son at her side. She sat up, open armed in a gesture of the deep gratitude and wonder that she felt. What a gift this boy was. She would teach him amazing things and knew he would teach her things too.
Her brave son hugged her tightly, said, "Mama, I love you with all my heart. Tell me when you felt the most joy ever."
And she did.