Entered a drawing challenge with my sister. We will take turns picking a random word. We have to draw what comes to mind.
First pick: Rosemary (Salvia Rosmarinus)
Rosemary is native to the Mediterranean region, usually on the shores. It is a woody, perennial herb with fragrant, evergreen, needle-like leaves and white, pink, purple, or blue flowers.
As a symbol of friendship, loyalty, and remembrance, rosemary is traditionally carried by mourners at funerals. Rosemary was also often entwined into a wreath, dipped in scented water and worn by the bride on her wedding day as a symbol of love and a fidelity.
Additionally, The herb has been hailed since ancient times for its medicinal properties. Rosemary was traditionally used to help alleviate muscle pain, improve memory, boost the immune and circulatory system, and promote hair growth.
Head down, she’s in stride uncertain which tiles will
lead her toward her dreams. The aspects of the whole swirl about making it difficult
to ascertain whether she’s coming or going. Cracks in between grab at her heels
as the journey is filled with stops and starts.
Each square is an integral component. Some require time and consistency where others
are more strategic. If you don’t know the game, you can get lost in the tasks
nothing of value resulting.
She steps on a tile. The energy flows in response.
This one square is always a pleasure and easy for her to get to. She feels good
after the task looking forward to the next experience. The process feels
Another stone requires her attention. She’s a bit out of
her league and doesn’t quite understand just how to navigate the dynamic. She’s
warned not to spend too much energy without carefully monitoring its progress.
Not sure where to begin, but will be by next Friday.
Her boot lands on a familiar slab. She’s sees steady
progress and is thankful for those tiles. She engages as she knows the drill.
Processing with integrity, she smiles when she presses ‘Post.’
This stone is solid and feels like home. Her safe space,
she doesn’t always give it the attention it requires as she’s hijacked by the others.
She promises each day to get there. She does, just not as much as she wants to.
Just beyond, she spies the beautiful space that houses
what defines her purpose, her dream. The measurements are taken there. She
assesses value in that space. She hasn’t paid any attention to it as of yet.
Perhaps, it is time to open that gate and step in for once that gate is open, and the other stones are a bit more worn, she can submit her completions pitching for the show.
Ship: Reader/Randall Purpura, Reader/Moths Purpura (Kind of on both)
Description: Reader reflects on what happened last year.
Authors Comments: Happy Birthday to Randall and Moths! This fic was the best I could do on short notice, and isn’t necessarily a birthday fic itself. Still, I’ll likely rewrite this at some point, or at least later expand on it, because I love the concept of post game Randall and Moths settling into routine