Fuchsia

Wildlife

This morning I walked down to mail box to put a net-flex movie in the box on the way back a doe was standing in the path not moving just staring at me, then she dashed into the woods There is a lot of wild life around here. Earlier today a woodchuck ate the lettuce out of the planter box and the tops of flowers growing on the front porch.. Yesterday a large flock of Wild Turkey were going though the front lawn looking for bits of fallen birdseed.

Writing

When I think of writing I think Of Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bonesand other writing books like Julia Cameron’s The Right to Write. I carry a copy of The The Right to Write in my purse so that I have something to read when I am waiting along with a notebook in case I feel the need to pass the time by writing.
My favorite place to write is in coffee shops with a latte’ I don’t write important stuff I just like to write because I can. I didn’t always like to write, as a teenager and a young adult I hated to write, wouldn’t and couldn’t do it. Responding to letters with a phone call or not at all. But that changed after I read Natalie Goldberg’s book and I learned to write just to write and stopped worrying about the spelling and the punctuation.
Some days I have something interesting to write about like the small black bear that has been wandering into the yard this week but other times I have nothing to write about but I don’t let that stop me from writing in my notebook I just write about the fact that there is nothing to write about no one is going to read my notebooks and at times like that I write for the sake of writing


This is my contribution for this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Small Pond

There is a small pond at the front of the house.When I take a minute to stop and watch the pond is busy and full of life. Green frogs have moved in and sit around the pond one afternoon I counted seven of them ,they are all sizes from tiny small to fairly large.This spring three goldfish were added to the pond now we have lots of tiny fish swimming in the pond some are black while others are gold and a verity of shades in-between.

across the road

I took this picture across the road on an afternoon walk in the woods.

The End

And they lived happily ever after isn’t that how stories are supposed to end?
I prefer the beginning of a book the anticipation of a good read to the end when I have finished and there is no more to read. I prefer beginnings to endings. Birth the beginning of life is a happy event as opposed to death the end of life. Weddings are happy events divorce the end of the marriage is a sad and angry experience. I received a letter from my attorney yesterday regarding my divorce the end of my marriage has been a long and slow process
All things have endings books end trips end days end and become nights. Some endings are happy ones others are not In just a few days my parents will have their forty-six wedding anniversary they are working on happily ever after.


This is my contribution for this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Hummingbirds

hummingbirds blur
darting to scarlet blossoms
emerald wings flash


my contribution to the Tiny Pretty Things theme at http://onebreathpoetry.blogspot.com/

Sunday Scribblings

I get that sinking feeling…you know the one I am talking about right in the pit of your stomach, I know something gives you that feeling to. I get it when I think about flying. Since last spring I have been planning to visit my brother and sister-in-law in Texas, but I haven’t bought the tickets I have fears of getting lost when I have to change planes and missing my flight. The part that scares me most isn’t the plane crashing every time a plane takes off or lands I know its going to crash sitting on a plane I forget how to breath and my chest hurts I know we are all going to die OK I know Iam only worrying because I know that flying is statistically a safe way to travel besides everyone dies sometime anyway. But the part that really give me that sinking feeling is the thought of getting lost in the airport when I have to change planes

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Daybreak

light enters window
deep under my covers
sleep escapes me





my contribution to the daybreak theme at One Deep Breath

List of Ten

I am sitting on the bed next to the window its gray and overcast outside such a pleasant change from the hot days we have been having. I am looking at a book I bought today Journaling for Joyby Joyce Chapman, it talks about Journaling our memories and I’ve realized that I don’t like thinking about my memories to me memories are scary things and I try to avoid them. Another chapter is called listing your life, it has an assignment to list what I like I’ve decided to make it a list of ten that shouldn’t be to hard and I can always make another list another day.
1 hamburgers
2 a clean room
3 to have enough money
4 haveing friends
5 dangly earrings
6 red shoes
7 spending time with my son
8 a good book to read
9 cats
10 fall leaves

writing

I walked down to the Every Thing Goes Book Café and ordered a drink I can’t pronounce Vanillaccino the menu calls it a blended frappe with syrup all I know is that its an iced espresso drink and its cold the cold part is important because today’s hot. I walked down to the café hoping the atmosphere would help me to write and also I am looking for a book to read. I seam to have a lot of time on my hands lately and not much to do. I used to dream of having more time to myself. it’s a dream come true turned into a nightmare I am so board its pathetic If I didn’t have my writing I don’t know what Id do only worse than writers block I find I have nothing to say I read threw writing prompts and they leave me totally blank today I was reading Julia Camerons The Right to Write: she says you don’t have to be in the mood to write that you just write and the mood will come so I am sitting here in the café sipping my icy drink and writing.

August Rain

It’s been raining all morning overcast and gray. This afternoon when the rain finally broke I took a short walk to the market sprinkled by the occasional raindrop. As I watched a black cat walked across the porch her reflection cast in a puddle of rainwater. The crisp coolness of the afternoon breezes are a welcome change from the hot August afternoons we have had

Heat

hot August night
cooling gentle breeze
I am refreshed

My contribution to the compare and contrast theam at http://onebreathpoetry.blogspot.com/

Fried Green Tomatoes

I am sitting in an armchair in the attic it’s the middle of the afternoon a lazy Sunday I haven’t anything pressing to do today. In spite of being July the weathers cool and the day is gray and overcast.
I fried green tomatoes and zucchini for lunch today, I think fried green tomatoes are one of the things I like best about summer. Last week I was reading a Rex Stout mystery in it the hero Nero Wolf was having green tomato pie with his meal Ive never had green tomato pie. I hadn’t even seen a recipe for one until I googled green tomato pie but I don’t really want to bake one I just want to eat one.

Blogging

I am back. I found myself unable to get into my blogger account for several months, blogger would say that my password was wrong and that my email address didn’t exist ect. but this evening with some expert help from my Dad I am sitting in my arm chair with my computer blogging again.

Swans Feather

Boxed

acrylic 20 by 16

Acrylic on Clayboard

Uncovering A Sense of Balance

It snowed yesterday, a lot everything is dressed in white the sun is shinning brightly as if it were June. Birds are leaving hundreds of tiny footprints on the skirts of snow, I can hear little whispering bird voices, all this beauty and the thing I notice most is the chilling cold… I hold my heating pad tight and count the days till spring.
Feeling tired and out of sorts I think it’s a good time to practice meditation after meditation I feel refreshed and ready to be part of today giving me a sense of balance I could use a lot more balance in my life I especially enjoyed the optimism and hope in this weeks pages while reading Finding Water.

Getting up early Sunday morning I caught the train into Manhattan. I was attending a class at YJ’s and bleary eyed I stopped at Star Bucks for some caffeine reinforcement which made me late for class as I slipped into class and sat down the room was filled with the beautiful tones of a man was playing the bowls. I was enchanted by the beautiful sounds I later after he was done playing I learned that his name is Ira it was a beautiful beginning for a wonderful class.
This week Ive been slightly under the weather all week long but it has also been a week with blessings Sundays class Tuesday I complained about my dizziness to Minay my acupuncturist something Ive complained to my doctors about for years and to my joy she was able to make the dizziness go away. Tuesday evening I went to hear a sound healer play the flute and harp for a blissful hour and a half.
Wednesday I had some time between my therapist appointment and my doctor appointment so I stopped by the bookstore and picked up a copy of a book Dr Woo recommended to me The Cheap Bastard's Guide to New York City its full of cheep and free things to do such as in June The Metropolitan Opera Company plays in Central Park www.metopera.org anyway Ive been sitting with book in hand and computer planning all the fun things I am going to do.