In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lucky Star.”
Today is your lucky day. You get three wishes, granted to you by The Daily Post. What are your three wishes and why?
I cannot count how many times I have said, “I wish”. As a child my top three standard wishes were; to get a pony for Christmas, to be able to talk to animals and to be on summer vacation, always. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Simply the Best.”
NASA is building a new Voyager spacecraft that will carry the best of modern human culture. What belongs on-board?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”
At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
My grandmother owned and managed a convalescent center in Ohio. At that time it was considered a Rest Home. I like that phrase. A home where you can go when you are weary and old so you can rest. The building itself was a grand old hunting lodge where it is said that a certain president would stay during the pheasant season. My grandfather purchased it in the early 1940’s. I’m pretty sure his original plan for this elegant eight bedroom icon was something more exciting but when he passed away so did his dreams. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Futures Past.”
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?
OK, so here’s the twisted truth about my childhood delusions. I have a distant memory about a very robust female relative leaning down, pinching my chubby cheek and asking me, “So what do you want to be when you grow up little Missy?” I was probably six or seven years old. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Familial Feasts.”
Many countries celebrate Father’s Day and Mother’s Day. If you could dedicate a holiday to a more distant relative, who would it be — and why?
I have a number of distant relatives living in and around the Ohio River Valley that my family has lost touch with. In the past twenty years many of us have relocated and moved away from our ancestral family constellation. Even though I now live on the west coast, my childhood memories often take me back to the endearing mid-western moments that were the heart of family gatherings and community events. There is a special quality in the character of Small Town America. I miss the quaint wisdom, devotion to community and simple ways of my ‘country cousins’. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Kindness of Strangers.”
When was the last time a stranger did something particularly kind, generous, or selfless for you? Tell us what happened!
I would like to offer extreme gratitude to a kind and insistent young man. Did you ever start doing several things at one time? I think we all do it as we go about our mundane repetitive, chores, multitasking like a programmed vacuum robot. It was during one of these unconscious fogs while I was in autopilot that an unknown stranger saved me from a huge disaster.
We hear a lot about mindful living these days. I’m sure this ‘lights on’ movement is necessary or we will not make it much further as a successful life-form on this planet. It really is time to pay close attention to everything. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In the Summertime.”
If it’s autumn or winter where you live, what are you most looking forward to doing next summer? If it’s spring or summer where you are, what has been the highlight of the season so far for you?
I live in the great Northwest Region of the United States of America. It is June 30, 2015 and for the moment I am loving this wonderful, gray, overcast, cool morning. Soon the gray will be gone and the sun will once again fill the sky with its intrusive brightness and ability to scorch the green out of everything it touches. Needless to say, I am not a sun worshiper.
I will not apologize for by addiction to all the shades of gray the sky has to offer. It seems that I was born this way. Even as a youth in Ohio I would ultimately fall over in heat exhaustion on field day if the temperature went above 80 degrees. I am proud to be “a shade and lemonade kind of girl.”
Like many regions of the country, we are in a very hot and dry weather pattern. All time highs are being broken and my beloved rainy days are few and far between. So being asked to consider the highlights of this summer is interesting and probably a good thing to get me out of my whiny frustration with something I have no control over.
The highlight of this summer has been the delight I find in getting up before the sun rises and taking in the beauty and freshness of the early morning hours. I now understand that the newness of each day holds something sacred that I have been missing. The sun enters in the east and lights up the grand silhouette of Mt. Rainier reminding me what a blessing it is to me here, in this place, right at this moment.
Everything seems to be holding its breath in quiet anticipation of the day. There is a stillness that vibrates with excitement like an audience waiting for the orchestra to begin. Then there it is; the sun enters the stage, rises to the sky and all the chorus of life radiates outward like the first note of a symphony, the day begins.
For me the highlight of this season is the first light of day.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Golden Hour.”
6:00AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?
I love it when I start a new blog post. It’s always a treat to play with the words that catch my attention and toss them around in my brain seeing where they might land. When today’s WP Prompt trickled into my word play playground I thought, “ah sure I can relate to this because the “Golden Hour” in my daily reality is”………………………..and I got nothing. A total blank. I could not pinpoint the Hour. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Snapshot Stories.”
Open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there . Tell us the story of that photo.
Yep, that’s me. This is a selfie I took while visiting my dear friends in Kansas a few years ago. I was sitting in a tree swing taking in the early morning magic of a mid-western spring day. I was born and raised in a small hamlet called Glendale, Ohio and it is so true what they say, “You can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl.” Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All About Me.”
Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.
After playing around with several different topic specific creations that are so easily birthed within the amazing aspects of the “Blogging Culture”, I realized that I either had multiple personality disorder or I simply enjoyed the freedom of rambling about anything I wanted to ramble about. I chose to go with the freedom to ramble scenario. Continue reading