Daily Prompt: Tourist Trap What’s your dream tourist destination — either a place you’ve been and loved, or a place you’d love to visit? What about it speaks to you? ~*~ Hmmm … just when I’m day dreaming about getting away. I have many dream vacations, and all involve places I’ve been or things I’ve … More Getaway
Daily Prompt: First Light Remember when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it. ~*~ No rhyme nor reason To night’s restless sleep, Tossing and turning. Shroud of weary waking Weighs upon me heavily, Slumber’s dreams drowned In ether and remembered no more. T’will be a … More Weary Waking
Daily Prompt: Do or Die ~*~ ~*~ When my horse entered my life nearly nine years ago I was at a low point. The mare I’d been part-boarding for two years had died of cancer three months before; I’d lost my job 12 months earlier and I was floundering. Fortunately, my astute partner (now husband) suggested it … More The Dream Made Real
~*~ Lights out … Lurking, Shadow dweller. Haunting and predatory. In the night You cross the boundary. Advance. Faceless, but not Formless. Familiar. Menacing. Paralysis overwhelms. Screams, But no sound. Terror’s creep keeps creeping. Shallow, my breath. * {Breathe.} * Thoughts form. {Be different.} Words speak. Low. Monotone. Controlled, somehow. “What do you want?” I … More Night Terror(ist)
This post is written in response to a challenge offered by Lana of Living with Post Concussion Syndrome. Please take a moment to visit her inspiring blog. The challenge: What Dreams Are Made Of … For this writing event, share a dream or two that’s had a great effect ~ even after waking. ~*~ I always pay attention to … More A Simple Message
Lambs in Spring Little white balls of beautiful fluff, Bouncing and prancing and that kind of stuff. Baaing and whimpering here and there Sometimes they’ll do nothing but stop and stare. Crying for mother on a lovely spring day, Mother comes running; decides to stay. Bounding and twisting round and round, Looking for something no … More Resurrection
Solo Upon her comfort Perch she sits, Gazing out to Horizons golden- Veiled, and longing For the gilt touch Upon her furrowed brow. Not so far, the flight ~ But, ah, so Alone. The nest now but empty, A cagéd prison Of her untested fear. But, the sun ~ The sun does so beckon And … More Solo
Prompted by Kellie Elmore’s #Free Write Friday What If? What if? What if? What if? Looking back from here to there It is a redundant question. Looking forward from there to here A different one altogether. The past cannot be changed. I am my past, The good and bad of it In a bundle of … More What If?
Music moves me every day. Sometimes in subtle ways; sometimes the emotion of it is almost more than I can hold. It depends on the day … and on the piece of music. The Weekly Writing Challenge has asked us to write about being moved by music. This is a challenge for me as much … More Weekly Writing Challenge: Moved by Music … The Music in Me
Free writing is a great exercise and a little more challenging when the memory is involved. As mentioned in my last Free Write Friday post on the Childhood Gift, my childhood is very much a blur. During last week’s free writing exercise I couldn’t think of anything to share besides the bear story. Which is fine … More #FWF Reprise: Childhood Gift … The Arab Tent by Henry Landseer
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 