Before the Breathing Air is Gone

  In the distant wilderness, far from the human race, there are experiences to be had and, whether you think you are alone or not, shared. Live life while you can. Write about your experiences later.   This post inspired by the Daily Post prompt: distant Continue reading Before the Breathing Air is Gone

To All, to Each

We moved onto a five-acre forest back in the summer of ’88. We had an ax, a shovel, a saw, a tent, and two 55-gallon barrels we’d use for our water. It was mid-July when we spent our first night there. As we sat around the campfire, hundreds of eyes glowed within the shadows of surrounding trees. I was reminded of the movie Snow White when she is running through the woods in the dark, spooked by all those eyes who, in the light of morning, turned out to be the friendly creatures of the forest, curious about her. Which … Continue reading To All, to Each

Riding the Tail of Winter

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

The Act of the Craft

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

The Doolittle Day with Uncle Tom

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

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

Primarily About Yellow

This is in response to the Daily Post’s Daily word prompt: yellow I love the color yellow. I have as far back as I can remember. I love the warmth it exudes, especially on a cold winters afternoon. I love how tinges of it seem to pervade so many growing things in spring. I love how just a spot of it can add so much interest to whatever it is I’m looking at. To me, yellow is a friendly color and I am thankful it has a PRIMARY place within the color wheel. Life would be much colder without it. Continue reading Primarily About Yellow

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

Creepy “What is It” Photo

First off, let me tell you that I hate looking at this picture. I’m posting something I cannot stand to look at. My daughter and her friend, myself and a retired Daredevil (stuntman) went hiking at a place that has haunted me since 1973, when I could swear I (and the boyfriend I was hiking with at the time) heard someone being murdered in the black wooded swamp not twelve feet from where we stood around midnight. Oh yes. People said at the time that what we heard was a cougar. Perhaps it was. However, after that night, two bodies … Continue reading Creepy “What is It” Photo