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
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Choose Your Adventure.”Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.
“Sasha, tell me again why we are going to The Edge? Nathan has always trusted his older sister but as they walked together into the morning mist on an unfamiliar path, he felt afraid.
“Its simple. It’s just time for us to make the pilgrimage. Every generation of our family has sent someone to The Edge. We are the last survivors of our clan. We must go.” Sasha realized that she was holding her breath as she spoke. As she turned and looked at her brother she exhaled with a deep sigh, trying hard not to cry. “Nathan you are the last to carry our name and soon to become a young man. Consider this your passage into manhood. It will take us many months to reach The Edge so lets agree to make it a grand adventure and help each other to not be afraid.”
“OK, but you must promise to tell me what you know about our destination. What is the Edge? Where is it? Why must we go there? Tell me. Tell me the stories about The Edge.” Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Coming To a Bookshelf Near You.”: Write a summary of the book you’ve always wanted to write for the back cover of its dust jacket.
Surviving Bad Choices…a wilderness guide for the weary soul by Peggy Smith
In her unique approach to a self-help book that Peggy denies has anything to do with helping yourself, you will delightfully discover how to survive making bad choices in life.
We all have done it and when it is too late we stunningly realize we made a really bad choice. It could be anything from buying that fancy sports car that was in a flood, choosing a supreme narcissist for a room-mate in college, paying big bucks for a concert that sucked or downsizing to a camper and dedicating your life to sustainable living only to find out you really, really need to have your own backyard. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Beyond the Pale. “When was the last time you did something completely new and out of your element? How was it? Will you do it again?
For most of us, there have been times in life where all you ever thought was true and forever falls apart and you are left suspended in grief. A few years after my husband passed away, while I was still a bit lost and forlorn, a friend of mine invited me to go on a camping tour in the southwestern part of the US. I said, “Sure. Why not. Wandering around in the desert aimlessly seems like a perfect place for me to be.”
The back of the pickup was packed, I was in my earth woman attire and as we drove out of Albuquerque, NM, I suddenly remembered, “I don’t like the sun, dry air or hot weather in any way, shape or form.” Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Full Moon.” When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.
Note: This is a totally fictional offering….the events never really happened….or did they?
The changes began around age 45. A lot happens to a women when the rights of passage arrive in waves of hormones raging through her bloodstream like a tsunami. At first there was no mystery; all women face this transformation in life and being a child of the 60’s I was ready to embrace and celebrate the mature goddess within. Or so I thought. Continue reading
I am a life long pet owner. My family’s heritage was that of workers, labors and farmers. Animals were always in my life and I think maybe there was a grand design that made me part of theirs. My father raised a variety of hunting dogs and it was part of my daily chores to tend them in some way. Continue reading