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Freckled – Embracing our Differences (Just Jot it January)

My freckles really pop in the summertime.

Today’s prompt for Just Jot it January is “freckled.” Thanks, Maggie! And thanks to Linda Hill, our #JusJoJan host. For more information, please visit Linda’s post here.

Only 4 to 5 percent of the global population of humans is freckled. That makes me a minority, though as a European American, I’m still wrongfully privileged. I didn’t say “white,” because even though my skin (the part without the freckles) is pretty light, it’s still not white. For me, white does not feel accurate. White tends to set up the dichotomy of black / white, something that I believe increases discord. I like it when I read or hear, “black and brown people.” I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, there are a lot of colors between black and white. Still, people have the right to call themselves, and be called, whatever they want when it comes to heritage, nationality, race, etc.

When I was a child, I didn’t like my freckles at all because they were different. Growning up, I never saw people on TV or in magazines who had freckles unless they were goofy or mean. (Okay, there was Opie Taylor who later became Richie Cunningham on Happy Days.) Now, we do see more actors and models who let their freckles show.

Aging gracefully helps us accept who we are, how we are designed. Maybe we can even learn to embrace our so called, “imperfections” which may not be imperfections at all. If freckles are angel kisses, which I’ve heard, then what are lipomas? My dad passed on his lipomatosis to me. I have at least 30 lumps. Is this gross or just a thing where my body happens to clump fat together in benign lumps? Maybe there’s a good reason I don’t know about. If you haven’t figured out by now, I’m writing Stream of Consciousness style. But where to go with this?

In the natural world, we generally don’t think of differences as imperfections. Think of speckled trout, or spotted leopards. Trees come in all shapes and sizes. A sycamore’s bark is mottled after it sheds, and its leaves get age spots. Many differences are by design and make life interesting.

Be sure to visit Linda’s prompt post for more freckled jots!


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The Unicorn who Rescued the Fairy from the Troll

My sketch from the 70s

I might not jot every day in January, but today’s Just Jot it January prompt from Astrid is UNICORN, so I had to jump in and jot something. Visit Linda’s post here for details and Astrid’s blog for a multitude of musings.

The sketch above is something I did in the mid to late 70s. I had forgotten about it then discovered it recently at my high school friend’s house in a frame. It had faded, so I offered to go over the lines again with a sharpie. I probably did not plan the content of the sketch, but it seems to tell a story anyway. Perhaps the unicorn is going to rescue the fairy. Maybe I can try my hand at some fantasy…

The lord of the trolls, knew the fairy was magic, but was clueless as to how to exploit her. He captured her and placed her in the terrarium that had been stolen from the elves. He kept her near his nest. He thought about pulling off her wings, but vaguely wondered if he could use her magic and thought it would be better if he kept the thing alive for a while. He fed her mushrooms, but she ate very little.

A winged unicorn called Jaden was peacefully munching clover, when he received a mysterious message through the underground mycelium network that someone needed help. His task was to find out who and how he could help.

Jaden is not used to spending so much time close to the ground but must do so to follow the mushroom trail. He overcomes earthbound challenges along the way. When he finally finds the fairy, he must face the lord of the trolls. In self-defense, Jaden stabs the troll in the heart spreading unicorn magic through the hulking form which puts him into a deep sleep of metamorphosis. A jade green cocoon grows the troll king. What will he become? We do not know.

Asking for help, the fairy raised her arms up to Jaden who sliced the top off the terrarium with his horn.

“Thank you, very much for coming to my rescue,” said the fairy. “You are rescuing me, right?”

“Of course, little one. I am Jaden.”

“I am Silluie,” said the fairy. “We should leave before more trolls come.”

“Certainly! I know you can fly, but we will go faster if you cling to my mane.”

Silluie flew up to Jaden’s head, secured herself in his forelock, and they flew away to more adventures.

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My granddaughter’s is all about unicorns, so that was the theme of her last birthday party.

Here’s what I get when I search for more unicorns among my pictures:

Be sure to click the links above to visit our host Linda and today’s prompt giver, Astrid.