Mewsings from a Bardic Bird 🌟 Birth, Salty – 04-21-23
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A bit of a game, a puzzle, In Which I take two randomly-chosen words, fly to the Cauldron of Creativity, and bring back words - of Thought, of Story - to help you along your Creative Path.
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Today’s Mewsings Word: Birth
Today’s Mewsing: Stories – creations – reflect who we are at any given time.
And change with the era we live in.
So every time we come to create, we birth a reflection of who we are, of the times and places we are living in.
The truest kind of history there is.
Today’s Mewsings in Wonderland Word: Salty
Today’s Mewsing in Wonderland: There was no doubt that the air was salty down at the Harbor in Catpitol City. Literal salt, hanging in the air and on the rocks and wood beams where the waves washed in and out, as regular as breathing.
Salty in another sense too, over at the Harborside Inn, a.k.a. the Turquoise Tern. A dockside tavern, and not the most genial of places. But, rough as the language might be, it was only that. Violence was not condoned at the Tern – was a great way to get kicked out of it, in fact, never to be allowed to return.
So, while people did not have to watch their tongues at the Turquoise Tern, they did have to mind their manners and their intents.
And, sometimes to their surprise, they did.
For the Tern was too special a place to lose – especially for such reasons.
So they made sure to keep the salt civil and the days – and nights – went on in peace.
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Birdy, BardicRaven (& Opinionated!Bird) :>O<:
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On the Creative Path, one purrforms a series of expurriments, to see what works for you, for your Audience.