Sawblades and Woodland Things Repurposed

Today, the Daily Post’s photo challenge is Repurpose: Show us something that you’ve recycled or repurposed, or an object for which you’ve discovered a clever new use. There are a variety of items we’ve repurposed around our property over the years.Here are just a few examples:   There are a lot of things around here. The more I look, the more there are. We have steps leading up to our homestead cabin made by my husband and from cedar rounds from a tree that fell one winter and then there are the cedar branch arbors/trellises I made. It’s challenging and fun … Continue reading Sawblades and Woodland Things Repurposed

When the Paths of Spirit and Discipline Intersect

Ed Ames was performing (with the Ames Brothers) before I was born and he is the same age as my Dad, 89. I first knew of him as Mingo on the Daniel Boone TV series. To me, Ed Ames singing The Impossible Dream  at 82, the way he does, reminds me of my Dad, and I think it’s because there is a familiarity of spirit and discipline. Daddy has done a lot of things during his life. He was in the Navy during WWII, then the Air Force after he finished college, and then the Army National Guard after that. He went on … Continue reading When the Paths of Spirit and Discipline Intersect

Tell Me You Don’t See It

This post is in response to the Daily Post’s Discover Challenge: Conventional Wisdom–This week, go against the grain. Conventional wisdom would tell me that I’m turning what was clearly meant to be a metaphor into something  more literal. Example 1: “And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.” —Luke 19:40 Examples 2:  “Then shall the trees of the wood sing out at the presence of the LORD, because he cometh to judge the earth.” —1Chronicles 16:33 Example 3: “For ye shall go out with joy, … Continue reading Tell Me You Don’t See It

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

Creek Walking: My First “Application by Writing Sample”

I am writing this to share with other writers for their encouragement. This is in response to the Daily Prompt: Successful. Back in  January, 2001, there was an ad in our local paper for freelancers to submit a sample of their writing skills for consideration of publication. I decided to give a longtime dream of mine, to write, a chance. I wrote an article about something I love to do and sent it off. It wasn’t a perfect piece, I knew that I had a lot to learn, but I hoped it would show enough of my potential to pique the editor’s … Continue reading Creek Walking: My First “Application by Writing Sample”

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

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

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