Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Aaaand … drumroll … Here it is:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “medium.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
“the intervening substance through which impressions are conveyed to the senses or a force acts on objects at a distance.”
Medium is what a psychic or tarot reader is called. Although, more recently tarot reading, pendulums, and runes are advertised in some groups online. The going rate varies all over the place.
I enjoy reading tarot cards but don’t feel comfortable enough to charge people. I like runes too. Pendulums are pretty enough but I’ve never used them for what supposed to be used as. But would I call myself a medium. Nah.
But then I decided to look up what dictionary.com had and there was the site that Fandago blogged about in his entry. Apparently, it’s been around since 2012. Who knew?
I agree with Fandago about WordPress forcing blocks on the writer and making writing less satisfying here. Who wants to have frig around with their new format. So yeah, I did some looking around., too! Thanks, Fandago.
But then I remembered a show I used to watch named Medium. 2005-2011 Suburban mom Allison DuBois attempts to balance family life with solving mysteries using her special gift. The dead send her visions of their deaths or other crimes while she sleeps. The show was created by Glenn Caron. Her co-stars were Patricia Arquette, Miguel Sandoval and Jake Weber.
My mind wandered to the poem I’m working on for Johnny.It’s still in draft mode. Originally I wanted rhyme but the more I look at it, rhymes would minimize the anger and sadness that consumes us like the shroud of fog.
Dense fog shrouded the ships in harbor
like my grief resisting moments of joy.
It wasn’t his time to die, he was only 13
But like the ship’s mate, death said ahoy.
This is a picture of Stonington Harbor, where Johnny lived with his Dad.
As I thinking about the picture, and memories we shared there. I remembered the song The Foggy Dew.