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Worldwide Search for Models Disabilities! YOU could be on the cover of CAPTIVATING!

Today, CAPTIVATING! has launched a worldwide search for models with all types of disabilities from all over the world. This global social media campaign is being managed by our newest Staff Writer, Rebecca Holland, of Beckie Writes. Continue reading to find out more, especially if you or someone you know has a disability and is interested in being featured on our March edition of CAPTIVATING!

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On One Leg, Only For So Long #JusJoJan

When I started learning to do yoga poses, I started to realize just how bad it has gotten.

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I can hold onto a chair or the wall, but standing on one foot while placing the other flat against the standing leg is harder than when I was a kid.

It’s my
balance
that’s bad and I know it.

As for in life, finding
balance
is an ongoing struggle for me.

For instance, I keep falling behind in January jotting, as in I am a day behind, again.

I even forgot to give a mention to
Bee
in that last post, but I’d rather not go back to edit, so I am doing it here.

I’m skipping my usual Saturday prompt participation, as it is no longer Saturday anyway. See, balancing life is ongoing. It’s not always possible to do everything I’d planned on doing.

I can only stand on one leg for so long before I’d go down, hard!

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The Way My Mind Rolls #JusJoJan

My brain races on nights like these, but how else to explain it? … Hmm.

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I haven’t heard of
zoomie
before, but okay – I like it. I can work with this. I’ll go with it.

This sounds to me, like the perfect description of what my brain does. It’s always apt to start racing, acting wild, zooming in all directions, poking its nose in all sorts of spaces. Yes, that’s right, my brain is sticking its nose where it doesn’t belong, most of the time. This sounds like a way in which I might choose to explain what my mind does, on a night like this, when there’s so much ahead and I’ve got so much rushing and running through there.

Zoom! Zoom! Zoooooooooooom! Yep, my brain’s gone zooooooomie again!

Thanks

for such a fun one.

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How Peter Came To Be #JusJoJan

While I am a fan of the movie Forget Paris, I am less so for the one entitled the name of today’s jot prompt word.

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Maybe I didn’t give
Serendipity
a fair chance.

Speaking of movies…

Must that word always be referring to something good or happy? For instance, I just saw the one-day release in theatres of a First World War documentary by Peter Jackson. At the end, he came on screen and said he thinks of how his grandfather met his grandmother during that war and if he hadn’t been in that war, Peter would never have been born at all.

This is serendipitous, is it not? Not good, as far as wars are never good things, but good in that we have the brilliant movie making skill of today from Jackson because of such narrow circumstances, or such broad events that had to all come together in just the right way.

If there’s anything good that can come of such a horror.

Thanks,
Jill,
for the chance to write about this word today. It’s a fun word. I love the spelling and the sound of it.

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Saturday Sometimes Sucks Without You, #SoCS #JusJoJan

It’s personal to its maker. It comes from the heart, somewhere deep down. It struggles when commercialized.

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On this second Saturday of January,
Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS
and
Just Jot It January #JusJoJan
come together once more.

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I am catching up with these daily January jots while I have working Internet for uploading. Not exactly conducive to the making.

There are some things hanging on my walls, but I cannot see them and must reach up or climb up to remind myself that they hang there. I hear about art I’d like to own, but I don’t. I often wonder if I would have become an artist, visual artist, as I used to want to be when I was a child. If I hadn’t lost more vision, I will always wonder.

Some news stories surface about a blind artist, but it’s not as easy as that. I love that sentiment, that we are told as children, that we can be whatever we wish. Love it, but I don’t know how truthful we’re being when we say it.

Yes, I know there’s always sculpture.

I can jot or let stream of consciousness run wild here, but will it be art? Can I express myself well enough, trust myself not to ramble on too too much?

Art makes me think all that stifling I sometimes feel can be washed away. There’s just too much going on, things I can’t control, can’t see the outcome of any of it. Art makes me feel like that’s not so important, whatever kind of art that might be.

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Less Illness, More Travel #JusJoJan

It’s January and this is the time of year we most think of for one thing in particular.

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It’s been a while since I had it,
the flu,
the kind that knocks me down and puts me out of commission.

The debate about the flu shot continues, even though science is quite certain. Most people don’t debate, but they have their doubts, thinking it really doesn’t matter, make much of a difference. They don’t get one themselves, not really thinking they could end up spreading something to other more vulnerable people in society. They don’t even think most strains of the flu are covered anyway.

I get the shot now, as I don’t see the harm, if my status as a kidney recipient might make me at risk, however remote, that I could lose the kidney my father donated over twenty years ago.

Children are most vulnerable this year, especially, as cases of children dying from flu are making the news here in Canada.

I did travel well last year:
I flew
from west coast of Canada to southeastern United States.

Here’s to more travel and less illness in 2019 for us all.

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Teaching My Feet To Fly, On The Shortest Day of the Year #SongLyricSunday

I missed the full moon, but it felt dark all day, and I liked it.

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There was something magical about the date, December 21st, and
this season and winter solstice
in particular.

She is no Joni Mitchell, but Sarah McLachlan does a beautiful job, like usual:

She makes me want to go in search for the perfect frozen river.

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It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
But it don’t snow here
It stays pretty green
I’m going to make a lot of money
Then I’m going to quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I’m so hard to handle
I’m selfish and I’m sad
Now I’ve gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I made my baby say goodbye
It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on

Songwriters: Joni Mitchell
River lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Crazy Crow Music / Siquomb Music Publishing

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I imagine myself, on a dark winter’s night, gliding along a river so long, and I would be flying along it by blade.

Maybe, on the Yukon River, skating by Whitehorse and into the night in the north.

It would go on and on, for miles and miles, all night even. I wouldn’t grow tired. I’d just fly.

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