Writing Prompt: Healing Song

What song helps you through the tough times? Or is there something else you do to brighten the rough days?

When life gets heavy for me, especially work life, I like to turn on the song I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz. The song is meant to be for romantic partners, but I apply it to my work. In case you don’t know, I’m a zookeeper. It’s the best job I’ve ever had, but it can be very hard especially if we have to make certain decisions for our animals.

So, I turn on this song to remind myself that even when the hurt/guilt/feelings of failure etc show up, I won’t give up because I love my job and the animals I care for.

Let’s take a look at the lyrics:

“When I look into your eyes, it’s like watching the night sky or a beautiful sunrise. Well, there’s so much they hold.”

Have you ever looked into the eyes of a one and a half year old monkey? Or a seventy year old tortoise? What about an eager-to-learn leopard? There’s plenty of stars and sunrises in those gazes.

The song continues:

“And just like them old stars, I see that you’ve come so far to be right where you are. How old is your soul?”

Maybe you’ve read some of my previous posts? Maybe you’ve followed my website since the beginning? If that’s the case, you know some of what it took for me to get to being a full time zookeeper. There was a lot of faith involved and taking a risk rather than playing it safe. So many tears were cried before I got here. I’m not going to waste this chance.

Then, the chorus:

“I won’t give up on us. Even if the skies get rough. I’m giving you all my love. I’m still looking up.”

What’s currently going on is hard. There’s a lot of projects to be done. A lot of shifts to cover. We’re tired. We’re a little bitter. There’s discouragement in the day to day, and team members are isolating. Yet, when it all seems so heavy. When the skies look dark from here on out, I choose to not to give up. I choose to focus on making things better for the animals. To believe in hope that things will get better, because I do love what I do.

“And when you’re needing your space to do some navigating, I’ll be here patiently waiting. To see what you find.”

Everyone needs a chance to step back and look at the bigger picture of their life. Animals need a step back from training or change sometimes to see that they’re still in a safe place. The keepers that care for them are still positives in their life. I’m willing to wait for a pausing hoofstock to realize the corridor is safe or a monkey to see that I’m not forcing it to do anything, but encouraging it to participate. I care for my coworkers too and when they need a step back, I want to be someone who steps up for them. I may not always be good at it, but I try.

“Cause even the stars, they burn. Some even fall to the Earth. We’ve got a lot to learn. God knows we’re worth it. I won’t give up.”

We all burn out. We all have animals die. There’s so much to learn about animals, you have to work on everyday. The pain of losing an animal never goes away, and never gets easier. The risk is always there. The regret pounces on you right away, making you think you should’ve done something differently when you did all you could. But, the relationship with the animals. The chances to see them interacting with enrichment, feeling comfortable in their environment, training with them, and seeing them come to you because they trust you. That’s worth it. I like to think that the bigger the heartbreak you have when you lose an animal, then the bigger the difference you had done for that animal. Seeing these animals thrive is worth the difficulties of the job.

“I don’t want to be someone who walks away so easily. I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make.

It’s easy to want to look for another job. To see the too many flaws that you believe can’t get fixed. To believe that there’s nothing left a place can teach you. Sometimes, you do have to get out. You have to walk away for your own sake. For your own dreams, but sometimes you can’t. I’m someone who hasn’t been at the same job for over two years. I don’t want to walk away from this one like I did the others, not when I know I can make a difference.

“Our differences, they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts we got. Yeah, we got a lot at stake.”

No two members on my team are alike. We have a large variety of animals that we care for and each person on the team has their own preference. Some of us can use power tools while others cannot. Some have great maternal instincts with the baby animals while others do not. Some can get a gorilla to shift or have good technology skills. We’re not the same and don’t all think the same way. While the different viewpoints can be beneficial, it can also lead to a lot of conflict of different opinions.

“And, in the end, you’re still my friend. At least, we did intend for us to work. We didn’t break, we didn’t burn. We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in. I had to learn what I got, and what I’m not, and who I am.”

At the end of the day, a good team can go out and hang out despite the conflicts of the day. Raise a toast to an animal lost. Be proud of the work we did. From others, we can learn our own skills. Learn what we can do and what we need help with. Together, make up for each others weaknesses. Realize which direction you want to go.

“I won’t give up on us. Even if the skies get rough. I’m giving you all my love. I’m still looking up. I’m still looking up.”

“I won’t give up on us. God knows I’m tough enough. We got a lot to learn. God knows we’re worth it.”

“I won’t give up on us. Even if the skies get rough. I’m giving you all my love.”

“I’m still looking up.”

Writer’s Grievance

Watching the television
Catching up on my shows
A character I once thought great
Now makes my envy show

A writer’s represented
Makes him my favorite from the start
But when his book enters the story
I can’t contain the fury in my heart

He writes his book in what seems like a night
Finishes the epilogue and sends it outright
The very next day an agent calls on the phone
It could be a new series! On the shelf in every home

He didn’t edit. Didn’t research.
Didn’t stare blankly at a computer
No conferences attended.
No one to be his tutor.

Where are the letters of rejection?
The months of anxious waiting?
Where’s the self doubt and misdirection?
And all the time hesitating?

The agent read his novel in full
Called the very next day
Wanted it immediately
Now, that’s leading people astray

A writer’s life is hard
At least it is for me
You sit down at your computer
And find sadness in your story

I want the writers in the movies
To be an inspiration
To help me pick back up the pen
And find courage to write again

But this character in the story
Makes a mockery of the craft
So desperate to find his ending
He results to dark witchcraft

What do you do when the stories won’t come?
When thinking of writing makes you feel numb?
You sit at the keyboard, stare at the words
And often wonder if there’s hope to be heard?

You’re running out of feedback
Question your own experience
You’ve been too laid back
Lost months of resilience

The dream is still there
Deep down inside
Found in a place where a child could hide

So, no matter the Darkness
Seek out true inspiration
In a bottle of goodness
Not pure desperation

Self Review

I can’t believe it’s already that time of year again where I have to evaluate my performance at work. Do you have to do that at your work? Maybe you have to do an evaluation for a class? A project? Maybe you don’t have to worry about these evaluations anymore (lucky you).

I gripe and groan about evaluations because I’m terrible at them. I think they’re worse than interviews. I’ve gained experience doing plenty of interviews, they’re not so frightening anymore. And, if you screw up in an interview, you never have to see the other person again. In a performance review, you see the people reviewing you every day.

So, in the spirit of these reviews. How about we take the time to review ourselves? Take a reflection on everything you did this year. Whether at home, work, or other. How would you score yourself in the categories I listed below? All on a scale of 1 to 5. 1 being the worst and 5 being the best.

  1. Communication
    Have you been doing a good job reaching out to friends and family? Communicating your wants and needs, and listening to others as well?
  2. Work Ethic and Dependability
    Are you doing your best everyday?
    When you said you’ll do something, do you get it done?
    When someone needs help, do you step up?
  3. Empathy and Professionalism
    Do you take time to consider others?
    See things from different perspectives?
    Do you pay attention to how you act and react to situations?
  4. Judgement, Honesty, and Integrity
    Are you quick to judge someone for a mistake?
    How do you handle judgement?
    How do you judge difficult situations?
    Have you been owning up to your mistakes?
    Are you honest about your feelings?
    When you catch a bad situation, how do you react?
    How often do you do what’s right?
    Are you being honest about this self-evaluation?
  5. Self Evaluation
    What’s important to you when it comes to feedback?
    What have you accomplished this year?
    What have you learned?
    How are you getting along with the people in your life?
    Where would you like to improve?
    What would you change if you could?

It’s so easy to want to say everything is fine. You’re doing great. You deserve all the best scores, but here’s your chance–with no one else around–to take a good look at yourself and determine how you can do better.

Help the World Change

I was okay
I was in my lane
Doing my job
Everything was fine
Then watched a film of gorgeous felines
Now my heart is getting ahead of my mind

I was willing to be patient
I was waiting my turn
But a 30 minute film and my heart starts to yearn
A spotted mother with four of her own
Caught in a drought
Nothing but skin and bones

There’s no food
They stay on the move
But one falls behind
Ailed, starving, on the decline
He can’t go on
Collapses in the grass
Each breath could his last
The family has no choice
They leave him to waste
Else they may share a similar fate

Who’s fault is it that this cub perished?
Missing herds? The late rain?
The fires scorching the plains?
What of the onlookers who watched and did nothing?
Didn’t snatch the cub from death. Didn’t do something.

Perhaps its the causes for the herds and the rain?
The ones who nature points its blame?
Climate change. Piles of waste
The ones taking up all the space
Encroaching on land species need to survive
Encroaching on land only to deprive
A cub of a meal
Another of a home
Or the rains needed for the earth to heal

A heart is pained
And points the blame
One planet
All life fighting to survive
Someday seeing we’re all the same
But how can we help the world change?

Story’s Grasp

What’s a story you hold onto?

One that won’t let you go?

Something about it sticks to you

Whether from a book, movie, or show

Perhaps it’s a character

Perhaps just a scene

Perhaps all you can remember

Is an image on a screen.

Stories have a way of holding on

Helping us as we grow

Some may have frightened

But a lesson is always sown

Take a moment to ponder

What that story is for you

Something you’ll always remember

Even if it’s from a cartoon.

Whatever story you’ve got

Whether just a character or scene

I hope you share it with the world

A glimpse into the unseen

Who’s that Girl?

Who’s that girl in the mirror
Thinking she looks good?
With that ragtag braid hiding a mess under the hood.

Who’s that girl in the mirror
With dark ringed eyes
And a smile that isn’t even a lie

Who’s that girl in the mirror
I’ve not seen her before
Owning the week
Getting all the high scores

Where’s the doubt in her eyes?
What happened to second guessing?
That always led her to cry
Held her back ’cause of fretting?

I like this new girl
With gaze full of hope
Taking it a step at a time
Like an artist’s brush stroke

But her hair is a mess
She likes her clothes tattered
She wears no makeup
And her hands are all battered

Yet, she rises each day
To see what it’ll bring
A brand new experience?
A new song to sing?

On the outside, she’s nothing
An overlooked sloth
But inside she’s flying
An eagle aloft

Who’s that girl in the mirror?
I’d sure like to know
I hope she sticks around
And never loses her glow

The Rumor Mill — Reverse Gossip

No matter where you go, you’re going to run into a rumor mill. Whether work, school, large families, or neighborhood communities. You can probably think of one place you know you’ll find a rumor or gossip mill in your life. It’s a place with no definitive location, but you can walk in any time. It can start off innocent. You walk in looking for updates of what’s going on with your company, school work, family plans etc. However, if you’re not careful, it can turn into gossip.

Gossip is the causal conversations about other people typically involving details that may or may not be true. Gossip is going behind someone’s back. It’s an act of hate, not love. It’s negative, downgrading, and not easily stopped.

I’ve had my fair share of conversations where someone tells me something bad about someone else. I’m not perfect myself. I have my ranting days, but I want to do better, and I have my own experience to thank for that. I hate to say it, but when someone talks bad about someone to me, I lose a little trust in the person saying these bad things. If they’re willing to talk bad about somebody else to me then who’s to say they aren’t talking bad about me to others? I want to be a trustworthy person, and I can’t be that if I talk bad about others.

On the radio the other day, I heard about this cool thing called “Reverse Gossip.” It’s an act where you’re still talking about someone behind their back. However, instead of the negatives, you talk about their strengths and accomplishments. You talk about everything you like about someone.

Wouldn’t it be cool if the Rumor or Gossip Mills in our workplaces, schools, families, etc. turned into Reverse Gossip Mills? Imagine how encouraging things would get. Instead of someone being ridiculed for forgetting something or making a mistake, they’re cheered for their skills and contribution. Celebrated for who they are and given grace for what doesn’t measure up in our eyes.

I dare you to check yourself this week. Whenever you find negative words coming out of your lips, clamp your mouth shut. Try to think of something encouraging to say instead. And, if someone comes up to you wanting to gossip, change the subject. Stand against gossip and go into reserve.

 Fire goes out without wood, and quarrels disappear when gossip stops.

Proverbs 26:20

A Book

Pick up a book
A portal to a new place
Western towns, castles, or space
All it takes is a good look

Pick up a book
Follow an adventure
Or one with knowledge at its center
Perhaps to teach you how to cook?

Pick up a book
Of action and chases
Explosions and races
And daring feats undertook

Pick up a book
Characters with questionable morals
Causing hundreds of quarrels
All because they’re a crook

Pick up a book
Magic dances on fingertips
And dragons burn sinking ships
While a pirate earns his hook

Pick up a book
Let it take you away
To a far away place
Where the world isn’t so shook

Pick up a book
Take a good look
And someday you may find
That you’re reading mine

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies… The man who never reads lives only one.”

– George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

Mwezi Hu; The Death House pt. 6

The cold grip of unease shivers our bones as we stare down the pale and eerie ghosts. I keep my hands stretched toward my companions. We’re in a good position to avoid a fight so long as none of them reach for their weapons. “You’re Elizabeth and Gustov. You owned this house. This is your family crypt.”

The ghosts each turn their heads toward me. The look in their sunken eyes makes my hand stand on end. “This house belongs to Strahd.”

Vayne glances at me. I can tell she’s uneasy about this, but I’m thankful she’s offering words instead of claws. “What happened here?”

The spirit of Elizabeth moans. “The will of Strahd.”

Gustov twists his head in an unnatural angle. He aims his gaze at each of us like a loaded crossbow. “Trespassers perish.”

Vyke raises his hands. “Now, hold on a second. What about the people who’s been living here? We’ve seen signs of a cult.”

“Hired help,” Elizabeth emphasizes her words. “To remove the unwanted. We are tasked to receive and remove.”

I glance at my companions. Blue Onesie is poking at an object around the room, but the look I gained from Vayne tells me she shares my concern that we may not be able to talk these ghosts down. My thoughts drift to Rose and Thorn. Perhaps–

“But you’re dead,” Bree’s comment grips my stomach in ice. “How can you be tasked to do anything. You need to move on to the other side.”

Elizabeth and Gustov each stare at the little halfling. I bite my lip. From the looks of their faces, they can’t comprehend what Bree just said. I’m starting to think they don’t know they’re dead.”

“There was a massacre in this house, we figure,” Bree continues like its a casual conversation. “The maid, your children op–” She shuts up when Vayne clamps a claw over her mouth.

I growl through gritted teeth. “What she’s trying to say is that your children are looking for you. Rose and Thorn, right? They’re up in the attic. They’ve been waiting for you all this time.”

I didn’t think a chilly ghost face could soften, but a bit of warmth did grace Elizabeth’s hollow skin. “The children,” she whispered.

Vyke cleared his throat. “Right, we could tell you exactly where, but we need your help too. We’re trying to find the ‘hired help.’ They are a cult, right?”

Elizabeth slothfully motions to a different passage. “The crypt is where they inhabit. Their rituals. That way.”

Vyke glances at the rest of us. “We could get rid of them for you. Then, you and children can haunt this house all to yourselves.”

Gustov hovers over to Vyke. I swear he grew larger as he moved that three feet. He bears over my companion. “The children.”

“In the playroom in the attic,” Vayne points off the way we came from. “They need you.”

We all flinch as Elizabeth lets out an ear-piercing shriek. She dashes past us, disappearing through the wall and Gustov follows not far behind.

I look at the others. “That worked out.”

“Thankfully,” Vayne sighs in relief.

Vyke perks up. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go kill a cult.”

I roll my eyes, but I follow the others to the passage Elizabeth pointed to. It’s another staircase, leading downward. Thankfully, this one has light at the end. Deep chanting catches our ears the deeper we descend. It’s too far away for me to recognize the words. The staircase leads us to a reliquary. Blue Onesie immediately eyes the golden relics, but Vayne stops him with a single grip of her claw. “Touch nothing,” she growls. “Or you’ll be wearing your intestines as a scarf.”

“The chanting is coming from that way.” I point off to one passageway. I still can’t make out the words.

“Then we should start by going that way.” Vyke points off to the only other passage. “Get an air for what’s around before we charge into anything.”

I nod in agreement and the two of us head down the second passage while Vayne babysits Blue Onesie. Our passage leads to a prison with ten cells and skeletons rotting inside them. “What type of family has this in their crypt?” Vyke looks at me, but I only shrug in reply.

Halfway down the prison, there’s a window. Vyke and I take a peek and we tense at the cult in the next room. There’s at least a dozen of them. Tall men dressed in black robes. They stay in a circle, each one holding their hands up as they chant and chant and chant. My blood grows cold when I finally make out what their saying.

“One must die. One must die. One must die.”

Vyke nudges me and points off in the corner of the cult room. Some poor sap is chained to the wall. I bet he’ll be the one to die.

We head back to the others to warn them, but just as we reach Vayne and Blue Onesie, the chanting stops. “What happened?”

Vyke shakes his head at me. “We weren’t seen. Whatever it was, it wasn’t us.”

“Uh, guys,” Vayne’s looking around frantically. “Where’s Bree?”

A scream comes from the cult room.

“Ugh, that halfwit halfling!” Vyke draws his blades. “She went in there alone!” He and Vayne run after her.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. All those cultists in there, we’ll need all the strength we can get. With a smirk, I welcome my wolf blood. The transformation always ignites an exhilarating fire within my veins. My hands extend to claws and thick brown fur coats my body. I howl through canine teeth. The hunt is on.

It Must be Halloween

There’s a chill in the air
Ghouls and ghosts everywhere
It must be Halloween

Pumpkins are in place
Carved with scary face
It must be Halloween

The moon looms over the night
Shining with eerie light
It must be Halloween

Witches cackle at their cauldrons
Brewing sticky potions
It must be Halloween

Hear the howls upon the wind
As the werewolves’ hunt begins
It must be Halloween

Bats dart about
The vampires could be out
It must be Halloween

The graveyard comes alive
As skeletons start to jive
It must be Halloween

Kids go skipping down the street
In costumes they beg “trick or treat”
It must be Halloween

One last word for those out and about
Beware the spooks that do come out
This night of Halloween