It was Mother’s Day and time for the youngest grandchild to descend the path and touch his reflection within the gently trickling waters of the special place I take every grandchild to on their very first “hike” with me. Years before, another: And so it goes. It might not be the Blarney Stone, but it is a right of passage. Silly, nutty Grandma! It’s’ what I do. This post was triggered by The Daily Post: Descend Continue reading A New Generation Descends Upon
Today’s Daily Prompt is Symptom. I have a book that I treasure, one that includes a list of vitamins and minerals and has a list of symptoms that can indicate what vitamin or mineral is missing in their daily health regime. Along with that list is a list of foods and herbs rich in those particular nutrients. I refer to the lists in that book often. I used to see, back in the 1980s, those lists on large, attractive posters upon the walls of various pharmaceutical outlets. Those days are long gone. The industry would rather, now, to keep people in the dark. … Continue reading Symptoms of the Lack of . . .
This is in response to the Daily Post’s photo challenge: Solitude. I remain, after autumn’s harvest, after winter’s winds spirited away those who were left of my loves and family and friends, hanging alone. “Many shall be purified, and made white, and tried; but the wicked shall do wickedly: and none of the wicked shall understand; but the wise shall understand. And from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up, there shall be a thousand two hundred and ninety days. Blessed is he that waiteth, and cometh to the thousand three hundred and … Continue reading Riding the Tail of Winter
I take joy in storytelling, through words and through my artwork. But let’s talk art–my art–for a minute. I love to do two things in many of my paintings: I love to paint a scene and then have viewers tell me what type of character or animal they’d like to see in it and many times I will use those suggestions. I like to paint things that give the viewer a sense of there being a story that probably goes along with the “illustration.” People ask,”What’s the story behind this?” Well, sometimes I have one, sometimes it is “in craft.” (I may have just … Continue reading The Act of the Craft
POV: Grandma (me) telling a story to the grandkids. This is in response to two things: the Daily Post photo challenge: Solitude: This week, show us what being alone means to you, and the Daily Prompt: Overwhelming. And so we set out upon the trail, climbing, always climbing. It did not take long before Uncle Tom began to chide how many times I had to stop to catch my breath and stretch my legs. This was, after all, my first truly physical hike of the season. After a half an hour, I lost sight of Uncle Tom. It seemed as if … Continue reading The Doolittle Day with Uncle Tom
I love what’s coming next: Snow melts racing down the mountains and swelling the rivers. The dramatic scope of nature’s invigorating cleanse as it sweeps away autumn’s debris and winter’s death. I love how, in its wake, it leaves cool silted sand bare toes can walk upon between summer’s calm waters, smoothed rocks, and forested river banks. This post is in response to the Daily Post word prompt: clean Continue reading The Spring Scrub
I thought this worked well with the Daily Post’s word prompt: Resist. I found this little “word sketch” after reading the word prompt and then doing a search on my computer for anything I might have on hand. This little “word sketch” is something I wrote (according to the file properties) in September, 2009. I wrote it as a character development exercise for a story I’m still working on. Resistance. I despise giving up. Yet, it is something I have been forced to do time and again. I want to be that brave go for it and hang on like a … Continue reading Resistance