Random Acts of Journalling

Welcome to Random Acts of Journalling

Members of Random Acts of Journalling have a set of prompts to work on each month. The prompts will be photos, digital art, quotes, lyrics, passages from books, maybe an entry from another journaller or a directed question or two.

Where other collaborations are more focused, this one is intended not to be. Inspiration comes from many different places and means different things to different people. Members are encouraged to experiment with the prompts.

To make this a true collaborative effort, members are also encouraged to submit their own ideas for prompts.

Readers of the participants in Random Acts of Journalling are also encouraged to submit prompts. Have questions you want to ask of your favorite journallers? Here's your chance.

What are the requirements? They are few. You must have an online journal or weblog. You are not required to do any set number of collabs per year, and you may do more than one a month if you so desire. You should link back to Random Acts of Journalling on each of your collab entries.

Ideally, each month's entries should be completed by the last day of that month. If inspiration strikes (or fails to do so until after the "deadline" has passed), please feel free to use any of the prompts at any time. You can still have your entry listed with the rest of the month's submissions.

To have your entry listed with the prompt, simply post a comment with a link to your entry. See how easy that is?

Floating, floating

Use this in a poem of your own:

floating, floating everything

Five Minutes from Here

Starting from where you are now, tell us what we would see if we walked for five minutes (in any direction). (Assume, for the sake of this exercise, that we all walk at your pace.)

I Have a Secret

What kind of secrets do you keep? Family skeletons? Youthful indiscretions? Thoughts that you're afraid would change how people see you? Can you imagine how your life would be if you could just let go of the secrets without fear?

Tulips

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Chess

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Horses

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Time

Time
Mary J Blige

If I have my way
Life would be just fine
But the world is too much
And it makes me cry
Sometimes I feel like leaving
But I must be wise
Because time is not on our side (on our side)
(Don't you that time is not on our side)
Because time is not on our side (on our side)

The end is coming, stop your running
I'm telling you this is the truth
You can talk about what you read about
Everything is on the news
People nowadays so shady
Now what is wrong with them
Something cast a spell up on their minds
And they always wanna condemn

While you're judging me you should look around
And you'll see how people going down
Some of them are killed over a dime
Now tell me do we really have time
To continue with this madness
Cause I'm sick and tired of this
Trying to crush my world with jealousy
And I'm about to catch a fit

You're deceiving
What's the meaning
Of your retrieving
The enemy's greeting
We all are leaving someday but
We don't know how we are going
Please believe me when I tell you
That time is not really on our side

Variety

The longer one lives, the more one realizes that nothing is a dish for every day.
Norman Douglas

Recognition

Three billion people on the face of the earth go to bed hungry every night, but four billion people go to bed every night hungry for a simple word of encouragement and recognition.
Cavett Robert

Conformity

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity.
Christopher Morley

Character

The measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out.
Thomas B. Macaulay

Advice

Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Use This in a Poem

Use the following phrase in a poem...

I guess I should have known.