Don’t Give Up/#1LinerWednesday

In these past few weeks my will to continue this seriously flawed experiment called humanity has been tested. There have been moments when I have asked my Creator why I am here, feeling invisible, out of place and very much alone.

As usual, a visit to Mother Earth renews my Spirit for another week. I love the symphony of color, light and simple beauty that exists in every living, purportedly ‘unintelligent’ thing. Who needs words when you are surrounded by this?

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My one goal in life is to not leave it with regrets. You just have to choose your battles and learn to enjoy the dance in between. Just look at Nature for direction. She knows how to live. And die.





Guess I’ll ponder things awhile longer….

Just Do It!! #Vote





I thought you said “Woge!”



Woge, pronounced ‘voge’, as in the transformation of human to Wessen (vessen) in the tv show Grimm

Vote, everyone!  Make your voice and choice known in the best possible way.

I miss you Grimm, family! Friday nights just aren’t the same. 😞


In All Things/#Inspiration

God called to me today,

”Get up, come out and play!”




The Earth is there with open arms

to dazzle with her mystic charms..

lead on!




Her stewards once of flesh and bone

now rest as dust and ash

immortalized in bronze and stone,

their histories shared for cash





Can you hear me?

came the whisper

from the shadow dancing light.




Can you feel me?

Yes! My spirit called to life

as my wounded soul took flight.




Touch me, heal me, fill me.

Let me carry you inside

like jewels of bright eternity

that anyone who touches me

Be comforted when thus to see

your reflection in my eyes.



Angels walk this world

their feathered wings unfurled

as gentle hands that guide us on

and words our kinship leans upon.


I thank heaven for these gifts

And free!




Today the Creator smiled at me!


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The In Between/#SoCS



The In Between


When first comes shift of Summer’s light,

to softer hues and hazy views,

while midnight’s face grows clear and bright

its eyes aglow, that watching know

a secret.




Thus when with glee and childlike, free

we squeal and squirm like earthy worms

exposed and bare as the naked tree-





Days of warm and golden treasure

turn to crimson fire-the heart’s desire

to swim in Nature’s pleasure

as she fades..


To pause the needle on the clay

as it spins a life away

and revel in the vast array

of Autumn’s finery.


Noses tingle from the strange mingle

of chill and smoky musk,

the fireflies lighting dusk

like tiny lanterns.


Oh stay!

The heart pleads,

as even raking leaves

seems not so much a chore

as child’s play on such a day.

Lean on the handle, close your eyes

and imagine flying on a broom

across the moon!


To dissuade the cruel hand

that will paint the ever-land

a barren canvas white and brown.

Nature’s mask of death,

that on the air shall cast its breath

in frozen efigy.


Can we stay for just awhile

in the land of grins and giggles,

pumpkins, apples, pies and wriggles?

Let Winter wait in dreams, alone

for it chills me to

the  very bone!


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This post brought to you courtesy of Linda Hill and her #Stream of Consciousness Saturday weekly prompt. Visit the link to her blog to meet other great bloggers and catch up on her recent projects!









Rollin’ in the Dough/#SoCS/#Free48

Can you even stand it? The Doughnut craze, that is. How is it possible to have so many bodacious doughnut shops in one city? I have already posted a few of our doughnut adventures over the past few months, but this one is by far the most scrumptious so far. A rep at the office dropped off these tasty treats today.



How could I say no to just one? Can you guess which one I chose?

These doughnuts came from a culinary castle known as



The Dutch Monkey Donut Shop in Cumming, Georgia. Check out the yumminess they serve up daily. I’m beginning to think I’ll never be able to make it through all the delightful bakeries here before I explode! We will definitely be making an in person visit to this wonderful shop in the near future.

So many donuts, so little time!



Thank you Atlanta! Visit this fantastic city and all the amazing food venues when you can!

This post is a part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS blog prompt series.


You’ll recognize Dan. He’ll be the one with the ugly team shirt and a bunch of strange people following him…😏

Flipping Pages/Sneak Peek

Hey guys,

I have been in and out with my regular posting due to work, other projects and continuing to work on my novel. It can be maddening to not have enough time for writing and editing except in snippets of time. Still I persist with this story I feel must be told. It is fiction and yet it is everyone’s story in many ways.

While I am not sharing it all here on the blog, I have shared a chapter before and would like to share another with you now. If you are so inclined and would take time to read and let me know what you think, I appreciate you!


I hope you are all having a beautiful weekend. Hugs!

This scene takes place after a happy event among the main characters who must soon begin a journey into the dark and unknown lands of Domhan in search of something precious and very necessary for its survival.


From Forever Never/Dreams and Nightmares

The Interloper

There was so much laughter and singing among them, the lovers too wrapped up in each other to see It there, inching Its way between the rocks to get a closer look, to get close enough to have Its way.

Someone turned to look! It froze where it stood, half hidden, half exposed. Its body was so gnarled and hunched it resembled a rock in the pale light of the moon. Hueco sensed something was with them that shouldn’t be, but he ignored it. He had too much on his mind as he sat apart from the others, wanting no part of the reveling and wishing they had been on their way to the dark mountains days ago. His best friend went missing up there and he wanted to know what became of him. He shivered as the wind whipped across his face and braced himself against it, wondering how much colder it would be in that terrible place that ate up Hunters or spat them back out like gnawed bones so that they couldn’t remember themselves. The angry Horseman paid no mind to the scratchy shuffling behind him as It darted across to stand behind the stack of branches and debris set aside for keeping the fire alive. He didn’t care about the shadow that fell across the glittering sand that he drew angry circles in with a stick as It ran past him toward the children splashing in the quiet surf. He didn’t hear Its labored breathing over the crashing waves and the angry voice in his head. He didn’t notice the bitter stench as it scurried by him like a giant bug toward those laughing jewels. It was in the heartbeat it took for the loathsome beast to reach them that Hueco saw its hideous face, the moon lighting up every oily wrinkle and bristly hair on Its cracked hide. It looked back at him for the briefest moment to grin, showing teeth like sharpened knives, as foamy saliva spilled over the gray, cracked lips that curled back onto its face. Soulless eyes glared at Hueco, but the glee in them glinted like the edge of a sword as It reached out and grabbed Agean, jerking him out of the water. The boy was so shocked he opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out when he looked into those dead eyes. If not for the greed in the beast’s soul, that night could have replaced Domhan’s worst night for the newly paired lovers, stained with fresh anguish and loss.

One weakness in Darkness and Fear is the need for more. More love, more power, more attention. In that moment, the beast had to have both children, although the dark God only commanded It take the son of the Witch. It thought the Master would be so pleased if It brought back another of the Light Ones’ offspring and hoped that a pair of prizes would give It a warm place inside the caves instead of sleeping out with the Howlers at night, always with one eye open and Its knife in hand. Maybe the Master would really let him kill them, something It had wanted to do every moment it had to live with a child around. (Such happy sounds, such opportunity, even when kept a prisoner in a cave.)

It was when It’s gnarled hand reached out to grab Saol that Hueco found his voice, that his legs moved and he ran towards them, shouting, “The children!! Laoch! Eolas! It’s taking the children! Maravilla, Ella, stop It!”

Saol just escaped the clawed hand reaching for her shoulder, its long nails scraping across her delicate skin with precision. “No!!” She screamed and stepped back, falling into the shallow waves. Tiny bright red droplets dotted her soft skin. “Ouch!” She cried as the salt water washed over it. Her heart was screaming at the sight of Agean dangling precariously from Its other hand, those nails so close to his beautiful face. His face…Saol was amazed at Agean’s face. There was no fear there. He looked defiant and began wriggling to free himself as he kicked wildly at the beast, much to its surprise and delight. It always appreciated a fighter.

Standing near the fire, Naofa looked up when she heard Hueco; and although she didn’t hear a word he said, she knew there was something terribly wrong. Her eyes sought the Warrior who had already reached his bow and quiver and looked for her. Without another thought she stepped to the blazing fire, reached into the flames with her bare hands and mumbled a few words before scooping out a spinning ball of yellow and orange. Her hands spun the ball as she made eye contact with Laoch who already had his arrow in place. He pointed it directly at the Sorceress as she blew across the fiery ball and flung it with automatic precision at the Warrior. A quick tilt of the bow and it was caught, the end of his arrow was lit and he turned toward the beast, too absorbed in Its brief victory to notice; but it was more difficult not to notice the fiery ball flying with lightening speed towards Its head. With no time to make a good decision It tried to run for freedom.. but It wasn’t leaving without its prize. With the extra weight of Agean and Its feet too large, its heart too heavy, its body too hunched, the clumsy beast stood no chance. Before it took a step out of the muck and sand, the arrow struck its right temple.

For a moment, it thought things would be okay. It pulled one flat foot from the sand and looked up towards the rocks where it had descended. Maybe It could get there after all. That was when its head caught fire and the world split in two. The wriggling child found his voice and wailed for his Mother as the beast lost control of Its body altogether and losing its grip, dropping Agean into the waves. It turned back for a moment to see a blur of moving bodies rushing towards it, waving and shouting, pointing. Not that It could hear anything but the sound of certain fiery death roaring in its head. It turned from the madness and tried to run, making it only a few weak steps before the fire raced down the hair on its back and enveloped Its body. It tried to scream. They all saw it, but its mouth seemed empty somehow. Nothing came out but a raspy gurgling sound. It turned for one last look at its Master’s enemies. Now they stood still, staring at the pitiful creature. Some looked at It with hatred. The softer ones had something else in their eyes. What was that look? It thudded to the sand and watched the stars fade into nothing as the fire above it licked the wind.

To be continued…..

Always a Day Late/#SoCS

Yep, that’s me most often.  When it comes to my creative endeavors and meeting deadlines for prompts, I am not as dedicated as my Mussel Loving friend Dan of No Facilities .  He meets all deadlines with ‘i’s’ dotted and ‘t’s’ crossed, with humor and nice photos.

I am more aptly categorized as scattered and prone to whimsy when it comes to sharing those things that I do for fun. I have often been asked why, since I enjoy doing so many things creatively, I don’t do ‘such and such’ as a business.  For me, to focus all my energy on one particular pastime would steal the joy from it and also possibly prohibit me from doing those other things I love so much.  I guess maybe I am akin to the bees and butterflies I love to photograph so much, flitting from bloom to bloom and drinking in the sweetness each has to offer, but not lingering long enough to miss another possibility.

So, for #ThursdayDoors I am late, but sliding in to home base for the #SoCS prompt by our host Linda Hill

Forgive me for not being more present on WP lately but I have definitely spent the last week enjoying life’s  precious offerings so that I could share them with you, my precious friends in the blogging world. I am hoping your #Free48 is filled with many precious moments.  Hugs!




Last Saturday’s adventure led us to Sope Creek National Park in Marietta, Georgia.  I was so thrilled to be in the shadows of the woods, dip my toes in the cool water and breathe softly with Mother Nature. Precious indeed.



My art time is also precious to me, though it takes me much longer to complete a piece than most folks. Still working on my devilish mermaid who loves her Old Fashioned made with Angel’s Envy.  😉



Finding moments to whip up energy bites can be a challenge too, but I never regret the time spent.  Yummy!

Friday fun with a friend!
We found tiny doors! Love #Tinydoorsatl
Great Mexican lunch at #minero at #PonceCityMarket



And, when you say it often enough, someone finally obliges!!




Now, here’s another favorite hymn from my days in Sunday services as a child