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Reena asks us a question this week:

Janus isthe god of beginnings, gates, transitions, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings.He is usually depicted as having two faces. The month of January is named for Janus.

Source: Wikipedia

We counted backwards at midnight on 31st December 2022.

How should we go forward now? I need to know how many months, weeks, days I have to make my life or this world a better place to survive. I may not die at the end of this year, nor will the world end. But it will be criminal to lose time.

Or do you prefer going with the flow, and letting life unfold on its own?

I would love to see your take on this.

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Shelly was excited to get busy!
Her major in Earth Sciences had prepared her for a career…

Time changes everything, as when I was younger, I always went with the flow, and let life unfold on its own, but now that I see that my time on this Earth is getting shorter day by day, I have a very different outlook on life.  I had a live for today philosophy, not worrying about what happened in the past, or fearing what the future would bring.  I tried to live in the moment and enjoy what life gave me.  When I was young and healthy, all I ever thought about was having fun.  Life is full of surprises, and the only certainty is that one day we will all die whether we are healthy or sick, rich or poor, or happy or sad, as death is inevitable.

Recently I discovered that I am like a non-stick pan, which is a pleasure to cook with, but they must be taken…

Welcome back to another week of January!

We counted backwards at midnight on 31st December 2022.

How should we go forward now? I need to know how many months, weeks, days I have to make my life or this world a better place to survive. I may not die at the end of this year, nor will the world end. But it will be criminal to lose time.

Or do you prefer going with the flow, and letting life unfold on its own?

I would love to see your take on this.

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As I saw the countdown posted by Reena with the prompt, it seemed to be the longest minute ever.

I was born in November

Have seen 61 new years

At first we used to be excited

Then we grew apprehensive

With age worries overtook excitement

Now approaching old age I’ve found serenity

Life is unpredictable, no matter…

Dire predictions
the dimple in a grim smile
Is my resistance

like changing seasons
heedless deeds spin fortune’s wheel
a chain reaction

I see with thine eye
Is this the lover’s edict
hybrid creations

In a lawless world
karma keeps a watchful gaze
the peasant toils on

Inhibited soul
you must bloom in their vision
to grow your wisdom

On a dreamer’s whim
pave new ways to withered ends
that you must rebuild

A Senryu series for Colleen’s TankaTuesday. See if you can pick a favourite.
Also for:
Sadje’s whatdoyousee
Caley’s writephoto
Reena’s xploration challenge.

Tall Tales Corner

We named her Aangaz the village clutz Clumsy to a tear Tinkles trailed her tippytap step pots and pans broke in her wake coins and trinkets fell from her pockets the children chortled with laughter but always returned her lost treasures and how she loved them so One…