Deviating from the norm:

Typically, this is where I tie up the week’s challenge with an anecdote, then a link to all the participants.  However, this time I’ve decided to do something different.  Using the title of each post, and borrowing a line, I’ve created a collaborative poem.  Links to the originals are highlighted.

Glass Caskets
authenticity oppressed

becoming the bull’s eye

Knots, Landing –
I confused myself

Time to Bend
Divergent thinking flowing

Resetting the dial,
revelation turning

A Recipe for Life
Twists and turns

Being Me
Sailing through gritted teeth.


Thank you to all who participated.  Please visit and appreciate the creative contributions.

See you tomorrow for a new challenge.



Resetting the Dial

At fifty-nine, I felt quite certain that I knew myself, that I had accomplished, defined and established.  It seemed that illness had dictated a framework within which my remaining time would unfold.   I had become a non-entity in my former career life, a ghost to many friends.  My children mourned the loss of their vibrant mother and settled into lowered expectations.  My husband took up a new role. Life, like a river, flowed around me while I stood still.

Black and white houses
fade into winter’s landscape –
humble surrender.

Life, however, has no intention of letting us settle.  It drives us through the darkness to find new light, and in the depths of our despair, my husband and I reached out to possibility and gambled on a risk.  We sold our house, and bought a home on wheels, and we set off into the unknown: reset the dial from ailing seniors to snow-capped adventurers.  In that single act of defiant deviation, like throwing open the doors of a jail cell, we found rejuvenation.

As light in darkness
transforms mundanity, so
too am I salvaged –
revelation turning back
the icy pallor of winter.

(Written for this week’s challenge: deviation.  We come together with family  to celebrate an early Christmas this weekend and then mid-week will hit the road for another chapter in our rambling life.)

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #24: Deviation

Without deviation from the norm,
progress is not possible.
– Frank Zappa

For several years running, I was invited to speak to the Sociology of Deviancy class at our local university.  Each visit, I opened by joking that I was never quite sure whether the invitation was a good thing or not.  Truthfully, though, I think Zappa is on to something.

I won’t get into the specifics of what makes me a deviant, but I will say that the ability to alter ones perspective – to shift certainty to openness – allows for a deeper engagement with life.  It is the opposite of that adage about insanity: doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.  To deviate is to dare.

Let me be perfectly clear, here, I am not talking about criminal deviations or corruption.  I am speaking about life affirming and inspirational movement, akin to wonder.

Enough said.  This is about your experience, not mine.  I’m offering as inspiration this piece I found on YouTube.  It is listed as Neoclassical piano music, and is titled Deviation.
The composer is Phillip Weigl.  As a suggestion, it might be interesting to write while listening to this piece and see what emerges.

As always, I look forward to your input.

To participate:

  1.  Create a post on your blog.  Don’t have a blog?  No worries.  Leave your contribution in the comments section below.
  2. Tag your post VJWC.
  3. Either create a link back to this post, or leave a link to your blog in the comments.
  4. Read and respond to the work of others.