Restoration by Nature

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Happy Place.”

Where do you go when you need to think? What do you do when you need to restore yourself, to ready yourself to take on the coming week with energy and verve? How do you get your sense of humor back? How do you recharge your groove?

Happiness is

A day at the beach

A walk in the forest

The sun up above

A day filled with love……


How Far Will Love Go?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take Me to the Moon.”

How far would you go for someone you love? How far would you want someone else to go for you? 

From all that I know about love it seems there is something bittersweet about what it means.  First love, young love, unconditional love or being love-sick; there are so many interpretations.  Today from the heart of an elder I know love is not about compensation, comparatives or conditions.

Recalling these words was my first response to today’s prompt….Corinthians 13

If I speak in the tongues[ of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I have to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing…..

Corinthians 13
Corinthians 13

My Fear Gauge is Broken

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Phobia, Shmobia.”

Fears evolve over time. What is one fear you’ve conquered?

I have recovered from the fear of doing IT wrong! Yeee only took about sixty years. That being said, this does not mean I have a new super power that allows me to do everything right. In only means that all the loving intentions to program me to do my best are being upgraded. Doing my best was always judged based on doing the right thing according to other’s definitions and needs. My best has now matured to knowing, ‘right’, might include screwing things up from time to time. Continue reading

I Love the Whimsical Me

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “These Horns Were Made for Tooting.”

Today, share something you love about yourself  — don’t be shy, be confident! — but that few other people know about you or get to see very often.

There is a me that is very shy.  It is the ridiculous, creative, scribbling, whimsical me.  Today I was able to capture a visit from the Blue Fairy long enough to do her portrait.  Very few know I like to draw, color, paint, sketch and then giggle at whatever comes from it.


Choices are A Renewable Resource

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Cliffhangers.”

Write a post about the topic of your choice, in whatever style you want, but make sure to end it with “…and all was well with the world.”


I recently stumbled into the words “sustainably improving choices”.  It happened while I was surfing through someone’s Facebook page.  My perpetual state of curiosity often subjects me to being snagged by a tractor beam that drags me into an entirely uncharted course on the Starship Internet. In any case, this particular voyage began with a person’s political status on their Facebook profile.  It said they were a radical centrist.  I had never seen that term before so I went on a curiosity quest and ended up on ‘Wikipedia” reading their definition of,  ”radical centrist”.  Here is an excerpt of what it said;

Various groups have adopted radical center as a term to describe a third way philosophy which includes their belief that, in affirming the core principles involved on both sides of a dilemma, the dilemma or disagreement can be rendered moot.

As a relatively grass-roots movement[citation needed], especially in the United States, there is no definitive statement of radical middle politics. A primary recurring theme, however, might be the idea of “sustainably improving choices.”

Basically, it means that everything is possible simultaneously in the universe and if something can happen it will. It’s all very ZEN and makes for a grand attempt to conjure up the idea that the middle road leads to all possibilities…blah blah blah.  OK so that being said let’s get back to my three words.  Well, they are not MY three words because I suspect they have traveled together for some time.   Continue reading

If Only I Knew….

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Handwritten.”

When was the last time you wrote something by hand? What was it?

During the years of my varied studies and explorations into my’s soul’s insistent question about who we are, why are we here and what should do about being here, I was introduced to a most amazing guide. The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameran is one of many books that lit up the inside of my mind so I might see myself more clearly. I encourage anyone who is drawn to uncovering their creative potential to check out this book. We are all creative in some way and the first thing that Julia asks of the reader is to commit to the process of finding our creative flow by writing three ‘morning’ pages’ in long hand. This is when my daily handwritten journaling became my morning ritual.

“Working with this book, you will experience an intensive, guided encounter with your own creativity–your private villains, champions, wishes, fears, dreams, hopes, and triumphs.”

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