Dramatic tales of unearthly love planted by the heavens above. Is it mighty Jupiter that rules the land? Or, the strike of Zeus from his fiery hand? Could it be Neptune who commands the all powerful sea? Or, is Poseidon's trident the ultimate key? Ask yourself this, what's in a name? Is it a different version of one in the same? What are they? Here's a hint: I am pretty excited about our topic of discussion this week (it's one of my absolute favorite subjects to chat about).
When there's something you wish in hand, but don't feel an urge to stand, concentrate your thoughts a bit, and maybe you can stay and sit. Even if the remote is far or the keys were left in the car; you need not strain to fill your cup, when you've got the power to shake things up. You'll see them move by themselves and land upon the proper shelves..What am I referring to? Answer: Telekinesis
We're very bright, so we like it dark. If it's clear, we'll show our mark. We seem small, but we're just far away. You might not see us during the day. We've different shimmers to our shine; we may twinkle or cast a line. It's all in the circle of our matter- when the heat rises, we'll swell even fatter. We'll all burst in an explosion of light... What are we?
The children's book, My Clearest Me by Gueh Yanting, Claudine had my thoughts spinning over the weekend. I loved hearing everyones guesses for Monday's Riddle because it was cryptic, but so simple. The other night, I was watching a show about who we are as humans and the collective story that has been taught to each and everyone of us, passed on by our predecessors. The show delved into the concept of evolution and the search to understand that magic spark that creates life...
I'm a dividing line at an edge; a squiggle of land lacking rock or ledge. I stretch out far and sometimes wide, but you'll stay dry if you pick my side. There's salt on my breath and I've sand for feet, you sometimes sit with me in the heat. When waves come to call, I hold them back- keeping your visit right on track. But remember, should they ever choose to rise, those who leave surly are wise. What am I?
I'm big and powerful, but I like to sleep. I pay no mind to counting sheep. I protect my pride with style and grace, though sometimes I choose my own pace. King I am, and I'll stand my ground; should I leap, there's no sound...What am I?