Never Surrender

This is in response to the Daily Prompt: Devastation There were a few Christians counseling her on the sly. They pointed out scripture that said she should submit to her husband in whatever he required. “Even if it’s wrong?” she asked. “Yes.” They answered. She couldn’t accept that. She wouldn’t accept that. Last night, things came to a head when she leveled with her husband, “He said that if I choose to go to work tomorrow, he will rape me. I  don’t want to go!” “You will go!” He slammed his fist down on the kitchen table. She flinched.  Her stomach suddenly … Continue reading Never Surrender

Wild-n-Grace

Sometimes when hiking I come across unexpected things, beautiful and graceful in their loneliness. They lend such contrast to their surroundings. Here is one. This must be some sort of wild orchid. I discovered it within a second-grown conifer forest where it lent a striking color and texture contrast to the pokier twigs yet was where it ought to be doing what it is meant to do. However, there is rarely something more graceful than a cat in the wild. Here is our cat. Her name is CamiClaws (Camoflauge in Catspeak) in her natural habitat—our property. Do cats live in graceful harmony … Continue reading Wild-n-Grace

The Day I First Experienced the Might of the Pen

My response to DAILY PROMPT: Exposure In January 2001 I received my first assignment as a freelance writer. I was to go interview a musical group made up of traveling retirees called The Snowbirds during one of their rehearsals. I was excited to attend their rehearsal and took a lot of notes. One of the concerns of the group was that they had rented out a large facility for a concert that no one was buying tickets to see. On the Wednesday preceding the Friday night concert, my article, slightly edited by the publications editor, Jim Manders, appeared in the paper. Here … Continue reading The Day I First Experienced the Might of the Pen

Computer Art: My First Tries

This is my response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:  Aesthetic Hello Readers. For about ten years I have wanted one of those “bamboo thingies” to play artist on my computer with. I’m an artist who has felt so very left behind. This year I hit the jackpot. I now have a Wacom med. tablet and Corel Painter and an annual membership to Adobe for the works. On top of all this, I have a new camera. (Better late than never!) So I’m pretty excited. What you are about to see are my very first tries…to see and check out … Continue reading Computer Art: My First Tries

Surrender

On a beautiful spring day, many years ago, I floated on an air mattress upon the crystal clear waters of a lagoon. This lagoon was an extension of a large lake and bordered with old-growth forests. In the backdrop of this scene were ancient mountains crested with white snow. As I floated there, between heaven and earth, I contemplated the clear water and my reflection and the reflection of the forest and the mountains within it and I contemplated the color wheel and baptism. And I came home to the city where I lived and stored that experience within my heart-pocket until, … Continue reading Surrender

The Companionship of a Stranger

Today’s Word Prompt from the Daily Post: Marathon. The meaning I’m using is : Any long and arduous undertaking. The more difficult something is to endure, the more vulnerable we are,  that is when safety in companionship really can make a difference, even when it comes from a stranger. Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. —Psalms 63:7 I held a wild bird again today. I held him for a long time after finding him sitting up, bewildered, inside our wheelbarrow. He’d slammed into our front-room window and knocked himself for a doozy. I … Continue reading The Companionship of a Stranger

Lil’ Rebel

The days assignment from the Daily Post: Transcript: For this week’s challenge, preserve something ephemeral by transforming it. . . . So let’s define “transcribing” as broadly as possible: you could share an old photo from your childhood album, or snap a photo of a handwritten note from your best friend when you were 11. Record yourself singing a tune that hasn’t made it to iTunes, draw a sketch of your favorite room in your grandparents’ house, or simply write down a memorable conversation that would otherwise be lost to time. I can’t wait to see what you dig up … Continue reading Lil’ Rebel

The Wolf Moon

Jan. 13, 2017 Close to midnight: A gawd-awful howl rises from within the trees bordering our yard and sets the neighbors Labrador barking with menace. Then all is quiet.  I turn off the lights, look out our windows. I can see easily because the ground is white with hoarfrost, the sky is clear and the moon shines almost directly overhead, yet I  can make out nothing that would have caused the dog next door to go off like that. I open the kitchen window and listen. In the distance, coyotes yip and a neighbors rooster is crowing so I don’t think whatever made … Continue reading The Wolf Moon

Under-reported News and Some Options

I am so angry at the “major news” stations that either under-report or don’t report at all about news around the world and within the USA that is of major importance to thousands if not hundreds of thousands of people everywhere. I had a hard time sleeping last night and took to the Internet to see if I could discover why and there it was, covered by The Watchers website. Hurricane Otto. We have some dear friends living in Costa Rica and after reading about Otto (and the 7. quake that happened just north of there) I wasted no time sending … Continue reading Under-reported News and Some Options

Hearing Verses Seeing

What you merely hear can elicit  a very wrong image inside your brain. I am one of those people who has a vivid imagination and what I hear someone say or sing produces images that once again, today, I learned, can prove to be something entirely different than what a speaker or writer intended. I was browsing bloggers who have responded to today’s Daily Prompt: elicit. One of the blogs I visited belongs to “deepspeakingup” who writes about Ringing in Wintery Love. Although her writing about food was good, what elicited a response within me was her photograph of the knights and the little girl. … Continue reading Hearing Verses Seeing