#changeandgrow

Embracing change leads to personal growth! 🌱 Watch as they share insights on navigating life's transformations in this inspiring shorts video.

We stayed over at baby Landon’s, partly to help his parents get a little more sleep. As Chrissy Teigan, the famous philosopher, super model, lip syncing DJ, mother, and other half of Singer songwriter John Legend shouted into the abyss, “Why is it so hard to get someone who is already sleepy…asleep!” For some reason a plethora of philosophers all starting with P (Pythagoras, Plato, etc.) replied “BECAUSE!” May your sleep be satisfying this holiday week! #sleepingbaby #sleepdeprived #itsgettingbetterallthetime #happymonday #changeandgrow https://www.instagram.com/p/CmWbTj_LeDd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

It’s A Hallmark World Act 2 in which Jenny meets Hank and finds there are beautiful things bluer than the sky. Happy Friday! Celebrate! #storywriting #fiction #writersofinstagram #prose #changeandgrow https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ1jX5iLIgb/?utm_medium=tumblr

I’m curious. You’ve heard that saying, “Those that don’t know history are doomed to repeat it.” I wonder if any of you have seen, are seeing, or generally have concerns about this? (Context: I’ve been writing a historical novel off and on for years, mostly off. I suspect my IG short stories, little “hors d’oeuvres” rather than full meals are one way for me to avoid working on the “main course” of the book. I’m back to researching now.) #historyrepeatsitself #writersofinstagram #historicalfiction #timetravel #changeandgrow https://www.instagram.com/p/CWnrovtLg9D/?utm_medium=tumblr

Fiction 10: Turn Right At Greenland Confused Tree eyed me like a scientist peering at a specimen. “Please, Mum, I need to find The Royal Bench, could you direct me? I asked. Rubbing her trunk like you would your chin, she said to herself, “Hmm that’s a very tall tree order, but worthy of my expertise.Yes I remember! Well sonny go west three steps toward The United States of the Ionian Islands. Then turn around and follow your nose East to the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, but if you make a wrong turn and see Abyssinia, go north to the Old Volcano…” The old tree assuredly pointed this way and that. I found her to be more of a confusING tree rather than the confusED tree. “Psst, hey buddy!” Oh no, that voice again. This pesky whisperer started all my troubles: almost drowning me in a river of tears, luring me into the mirror house, getting me turned into a cicada. The next tree over, a mottled, fungi-covered, bark-peeling Ash, beckoned to me. Determined to get to the bottom, er, top of this mystery, I jumped over and climbed up the Ash’s trunk as fast as my little cicada legs could go. I demanded, “Who are you?!” #changeandgrow #writersofinstagram #fiction #storytelling #aliceinwonderland #writingcommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/CRyiNPIFXr-/?utm_medium=tumblr

Fiction 7: In A Pig’s Eye Pig rushed out of that house through the woods with me tangled in his curly tail. Boy could that hog move! In moments, we burst from the woods into a big farmer’s field and hid behind a huge round hay bale. Panting to catch his breath Pig said, “Whew, that was a close call! Thank you for saving my life!” I chirped the same to him. “I know that cicada spell you’re under. Within four days you’ll forget who you are and join the other cicadas. Eventually, you’ll be reborn as a cicada nymph living underground for 17 years before coming above ground again as an adult. You’ll be doomed to repeat this cycle forever unless…” “My senses perked up. “What do you mean “unless?” I asked. Pig looked at me very seriously, “Like now, during those four days before you forget everything, you must find the Witch Wizard’s royal bench stolen from the queen. It won’t be easy. You’ll have to reenter the enchanted forest, avoid everything that can eat you—just about every animal. Then land on the bench and you will see a goblet of red mead. Take three sips and you will grow and become yourself again. Whatever you do, if someone offers you blueberry pie refuse. It’s made with shortening and you’ll shrink to almost nothing. The red mead comes from yeast and you’ll grow breaking the spell! “Got it, choose the red instead of blue! Where do I start?” I asked. “Find a confused tree, you’ll know it when you see it, and ignore everything it says. Trust me, you’ll find your next steps shortly after,” said Pig. “WW has thrown many transformer spells. There’s a whole network of us that will guide you. Once, everyone knew me as Mike the Fox, Esq. Animals throughout the forest, especially at tax time, came for my help.” I noticed there was a proud glint in Pig’s eye, but soon replaced by sadness as he spoke. “I tried to negotiate a peace treaty with WW and before I could say ‘I bring bagels and donuts’ She/He did a little dance and I started oinking for a living…We’ll certainly help you! Remember, you only have four days and it’s a big forest. Find the royal seat or you’ll be lost for another 17 years!” #changeandgrow https://www.instagram.com/p/CROUdw1rx27/?utm_medium=tumblr

Fiction 6: Buzzed Again…Literally! I wrestled with myself; every fiber of me wanted to enter the siren song shangri-la calling to me from the looking glass, but my guitar just wouldn’t pass into the mirror. Something deep in my psyche held me back. That Martin six string, my constant companion since I was a kid and the only thing I had left from my parents, refused to step into the mirror. When I tried to put it down and leave it behind my hand would not let go. I guess I took too long, because a two headed witch/wizard (WW) stepped out of the mirror and demanded, “What’s the hold up? I’ve got things to do places to be! I don’t have time for this!” With a wave of the hand, She/He intoned “Magicicada Hemiptera,” snapped fingers, and did a little soft shoe dance. Once again that funny feeling buzzed my head and poof, I lay on the floor. And then I saw myself reflected in the mirror; two huge red eyes, big square head, and long clear wings. In shock, I said, “Oh my god…She/He turned me into…a cicada! With a big grin She/He walked towards me and raised a huge shoe to step on me! I closed my big red eyes waiting for the shoe to drop. I heard a squeal and a loud crash. “Fly away Mark, hurry!” It was Pig. The She/He scrambled to her/his feet after being knocked over by my porcine friend! “Wait, did Pig say fly? I can fly?” With only a thought I flexed my translucent wings and zoomed into the air. “Everyone wants to be a hero! Well here’s a little of the same for you, pig!” said She/He. Just as the magic incantation started, I knew I had to do something! And just like that I screamed with a sizzle-cry louder than a lawnmower, and flew as fast as I could right at the Witch-Wizard’s face. Bam, I landed squarely on her/his nose! “Run Pig, get away!” I buzzed. The WW panicked and while trying to brush me away, smacked itself in the nose and went reeling! It sent me skittering onto the curly tail of the scampering pig! #changeandgrow #writersofinstagram #fiction #storytelling #aliceinwonderland https://www.instagram.com/p/CRHqBLbprHh/?utm_medium=tumblr