#stimulus response

There can be a moment between a stimulus and your response to it.

If we look carefully at our consciousness flowing by and are not overwhelmed by an unexpected loud sound or a sudden fear of falling, we will observe that there is a moment when we can hold off our automatic responses. In that brief moment of time, our awareness can turn to an alternate response. Usually it doesn’t, but it can. It is in that instant that we have the opportunity to form a new…

Between Stimulus And Response: Developing Your Own Sacred Space

“Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space lays our freedom and power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom.”- Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

Most of us living in this 21st century have a very strange relationship with time. We know what time is, of course, but it’s helpful to consider its working definition: “Time is a measure in…

ribbon - my friends might hate on it but I can’t plug the Last Unicorn enough, that book man, self-aware fairy tales for the win 

rudolf- I get a great deal of my music from my family so I’m going to say The Clarks (being as I’m named after a dang song lol) and Radiohead from my mom and Senses Fail from my bro

reindeer- bro I have no idea — with the amount of thought i’m willing to put into this right now maybe a rooster - don’t always think things through but I’m really into taking care of my people, love hugs, and enjoy kicking a reasonable amount of ass

cookies- uncharitable question but I’ll answer with my top bands in this moment — The Clarks, Lauren O’Connell and Arcade Fire idk I’ve listened to Mumford and Sons’ cover of Unfinished Business more times than in healthy tho in the last week

1. What’s your favorite candle scent?    

  not even going to lie i love vanilla, also lavender i think

3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother

right now, my thought is tom hiddleston like I bet he’d be awesome to hang out with 11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?

 Kira, or Rosemary and wouldn’t be past considering Haleth12. What would you name your son if you had one?

this is hard… but among others I would love to return Ashley to its status as a guy name32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

i actually have no idea, but my brother was almost Eli41. How many times have you been to the hospital?

probably somewhere from the high 20s to mid thirties conservatively, lots of check up surgeries and a fair share of broken bones and stitches including the time my grandma and i stopped for ice cream on the way and accidentally got there late and my mom was already there44. What’s the last compliment you got?

we do a positivity circle at roller derby so it was that I did a good job pivoting45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?

occasionally, more often i just know i had a dream and only get the vibe of it46. What flavor tea do you enjoy? either earl grey or black cherry are the current faves47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own? 

so many in converse alone I think I have 12 pairs48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?

I mean I suppose if there’s a church I like near where I live I would take them with me to that but while I currently go to a lutheran church there’s no real ties there besides the people and the familiarity 49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?

idk probably 10 or 11 it was sort of gradual thing i’m pro at denial

50. Why do you have a tumblr?

Today's story is below but now you've had a week of relatively randomized fiction, it's time to take this up a notch. For the next 51 weeks of short stories, I'll be taking requests.

All you need to do is click the questions button up there and give me a suggestion for a story. It can be a single word or a classic novel - anything that can be fleshed our or whittled down to a paragraph.

Or you can ask me anything. I will probably respond.

Sorry, yes. Story.

My Love, Cthulhu's Daughter

She was sleeping when I finally got home. I kissed her cheek. "Sweet dreams, love."

She whispered "It has already begun."

"Alrighty, I'm going to brush my teeth."

"Your death is at hand."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you too."