Americans are Not All Immigrants

2/3/17 There are updates to this post since last night It has been bugging me that so many seem to have forgotten. These past few weeks I’ve heard over and over again about America being a nation that is made up wholly of immigrants. Everyone knows that is not so. That, to me, is what’s currently referred to in American politics as an “altered fact.” It probably wouldn’t have bothered me except there are all those news people shouting that “words count” and everyone from everywhere demanding foreigners have immediate access to the USA and all the fighting about “proper vetting.” Don’t … Continue reading Americans are Not All Immigrants

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

10 Prepositional Phrases to Inspire Your Writing

Hello Writers! One of my long-standing techniques to rid myself of writer’s block has been to pen a prepositional phrase (or two) to warm up my imagination. If you should use any of these as a spark, please link to your blog and share with us under the comment section. Feel free to add adjectives or anything else to make it your own. Also, let me (us) know what you think of my technique. under the log by the river against the mushroom around the campfire  inside the locked gate over the bridge beneath the dark water through the fog on … Continue reading 10 Prepositional Phrases to Inspire Your Writing

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

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