Daily Prompt: Conflict

I’ve joined the post-a-blog-a-day-for-a-month-thing, not realizing that living in Canada makes me ineligible.

Should have known when I couldn’t get the badge to stick in my widget thingymejig.

Notwithstanding, I have made it a goal to post something on Eyes to Heart every day for the month of November.  Sometimes I might respond to the Daily Prompt; others I may dream something up on my own. May be short. May be long. I have many other projects on the go. But I thought I’d give it a whirl. Hopefully this won’t present too much of a conflict. đŸ˜‰

Whatever happens, it will be a blogosphere adventure.

Enjoy the ride!

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Conflict

I’m going to stretch the meaning of conflict here, mostly because I choose not to engage in it. At least, not with other people. Most of my conflict is, and always has been, internal. If you’re interested in exploring that, please visit my blog In So Many Words. My most recent post touches on how a visit to war torn Sarajevo changed my life.

But I digress …

We were  minding our own business on a day trip in Yorkshire this past September when we bumped into this 1940s reenactment in the ancient village of Grassington.

It was a conflict of eras  ~ people in 1940s costume mingling with us 21st century day trippers in a village hundreds of years old.

And, certainly, this unexpected step back-in-time conflicted with our original plan of enjoying a quiet village visit.

Still, we spent a lovely hour or so engaging with the many war time displays and the general spirit of celebration and fun.

Celebrating the end of a conflict.

I like that … đŸ™‚

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy đŸ™‚

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©DorothyChiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013