I Am Determined


Not long ago I was reading through some of my old posts and came across one from several years ago that included a list of changes I wanted to make in my life.  It made me really sad to discover that I could not check off single one as having been accomplished - no progress in any of those areas, zero... zip.  :-(  It makes no sense to contemplate what needs changing if I am not serious about doing something to effect those changes.  There are some areas of my life that I am really tired of ignoring and avoiding, and then feeling guilty and depressed because of it.  So I've decided to choose a few attainable goals, and identify some first steps that can be taken along with time frames for those actions so that I can't postpone things indefinitely.  In 2016 I am going to hold myself accountable and document my progress right here, so that when next year ends I can review my list of desired changes and check them off as finally being resolved. 

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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "RESOLVE"
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Make A Plan



My head is filled with thoughts of things I ought to do or want to do, and yet it seem time passes week by week until another year has slipped away, and still I sit in my chair at night and ponder the things I'd like to do.  I ask myself when, when am I going to make the transition from thinking about doing it, and actually doing it... taking that first step, that first action.  Why do I let my mind freeze me into immobility?  Is it lack of energy or fear of failure?  I fear it is just much easier to sit here and ponder rather than to actually embrace a plan of action.  Yet I know that it's the first step that's the hardest, once I actually get going, the momentum builds.  I am not one for making resolutions, but I think that this coming year is the year that Josie must get off her butt and return to the land of the living, do some of those necessary chores and fun things that I've been putting off way too long. Time to just go for it... make a plan and do it.  I think I can, I think I can... I can!

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I'm linking up with Patricia's blog hop In Other Words
 where the writing prompt this week is the following quotation:
"If you spend too much time thinking about a thing you'll never get it done."

- Bruce Lee
 
Come and add your thoughts at In Other Words

And Then The Snow Came


Living in Texas, I always wish for a white Christmas although it rarely happens.  This year it came a couple days later, following a Christmas in the high 60's.  Rain came pouring down Saturday evening... and froze, followed by a snowstorm that continued for twenty four hours.  It's the first time I've ever experienced "thundersnow" with lightning and thunder rumbling in the background as it snowed.  Now we have ice-covered roads and inches of the white stuff with drifts that blocked in our vehicles this morning.  Remind me never to wish for snow again, I promise that I won't miss it one bit!
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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "SNOW"
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Another December

In December of 2006 Josie packed her belongings in boxes and bags and left her husband of thirteen years and the farm that had been their home.  It had been a long time coming, the people who knew her and knew of her situation were amazed she had waited this long. 

What began with so much happiness had become dark and dangerous as the years passed, and the man she knew, or thought she knew, had turned into a drug-fueled monster who made her life a living hell.  Finally the line was crossed, and despite how beaten down she was she knew that it was now or never, the choice being between breaking free or giving up on life altogether and ending it.

There she sat on her first night alone in her tiny new apartment in town, the full range of emotions washing over her - angry with him that he hadn't loved her enough, angry with herself that she had let him steal her joy for so long, tremendous sadness for what had been lost and for what never was to be, physical and emotional exhaustion, profound loneliness in the absolute silence and already missing her feline companions far more than she missed him; and yet an overwhelming sense of relief, the lightness of being free at last, curiosity and about what being on her own after so long was going to be like, and a tiny spark of hope that she just might be able to pick up the broken pieces of her life and recover her joy.

Nine years have passed since that fateful December, and although she had no way of knowing it at the time, one year later Josie would meet the man God intended for her, her true soulmate, the one who would love her more than she ever dreamed possible, and her life would be forever changed.
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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "RANGE"
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The Christmas Tree

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As a child, decorating the Christmas tree was the most magical part of Christmas.  My two sisters and I would accompany our mom to the Christmas tree lot to help choose just the right one. This was done in the cold winter weather of South Dakota, with frosty breath, mattered hands, and snow crunching underfoot. 

We would bring the chosen tree home and set it in the garage and wait eagerly for the appointed night when Mom would finally give her blessing to bringing it inside.  This was never before December 10th, and sometimes as late as the 15th, not like nowadays where Christmas trees are often up on homes by Thanksgiving. 

A corner of the living room would be cleared of furniture so that the Christmas tree could occupy this place of honor, and then would come the fun of unpacking boxes of Christmas ornaments and untangling cords of lights - the old fashioned one with big colored bulbs, and testing them to make sure they all worked before being strung on the tree.  Mom did the lights, we girls hung the ornaments under her direction, and several packages of silver tinsel were draped strand by strand across each branch until the whole tree shimmered, and most often the carpet below did as well.   And at the very last the beautiful angel which sat in a cloud of spun glass, was placed on top.

Then, when all the empty boxes had been picked up and the room put in order, the time for magic came.  The lights would be turned off, and the tree would be lit for the first time.  As children the glow of the colored lights reflecting off the shiny ornaments and tinsel was breathtaking.

The sweet memories of Christmas trees from my childhood will remain with me always, and I think that decorating the Christmas tree is the frosting on the cake of Christmas, very much like the flourish of placing "the dot on the i."
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I'm linking up with Patricia's blog hop In Other Words
 where the writing prompt this week is the following quotation:
"The Christmas tree is the dot on the i."

-Frank Taylor
 
Come and add your thoughts In Other Words

Standard Fare

It was Christmas time again, but Michael wasn't feeling very excited.  His mother worked long hours just to feed them and keep the rent paid, and he knew that this Christmas would be the same as all the others, standard fare.  A simple supper of soup and bread, then cocoa and cookies before heading off to bed.  Waking up was sure to be disappointing, just a few gifts wrapped in newspaper underneath their scraggly tree - new socks or mittens, a storybook, and maybe a toy truck or a small stuffed bear.  The other kids in Michael's class would return to school with tales of all the treasures found underneath their Christmas trees.

It wasn't until many years later, as Michael sat near the warmth of the fireplace in his beautiful brick home gazing at the pile of festively wrapped presents underneath the stately Christmas tree, that he looked back on those early memories and realized how much he missed that simplicity.

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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "STANDARD"
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Remembering My Grandma

Thinking of my beloved Grandma Ida who was born on December 10th, 1895 - 120 years ago today! She was a first generation American of German immigrant parents, one of ten children, born and raised on the South Dakota prairie where she lived her entire life.

This is a photo of Grandma Ida and her husband William on their wedding day in June 1915.
This photo of her and her sons was taken on Christmas Eve in 1950. From left to right - Orville (my dad), Aldon, Grandma Ida, Bill, and Delbert in the front.
 Grandma was a treasure with a twinkle in her eye, she taught us how to sew on her old Singer treadle sewing machine, and taught us how to play card games like Canasta. She also taught us a few words of German that still make me smile!

Grandma Ida was a wonderful gardener and cook, the memories of her fried chicken and blueberry pie make my mouth water! Grandma's devotion to her faith, her family and her friends set an example for all of us. She was my role model - a strong woman who overcame all obstacles and hardships including breast cancer, the loss of an infant son, and being widowed at a young age with a farm to run and four sons to raise. She lived her life with courage, determination, and humor.

Of hardy German stock, Grandma Ida lived to be 97 years old! She is our guardian angel now, watching over all of us from Heaven, and I want her to know that I love her dearly and will miss her always... until we meet again!

Deocrated Doors - Photos

Here are the photos of my office doors newly decorated for Christmas as I wrote about in my previous Thankful Thoughts post.  The first  door leads from the reception office (my office) to the hallway which connects the five other offices in our firm's suite.  It says Merry Christmas, but that's hard to see in the photo.  Papa Bear helped me get all the candy cane satin ribbon stripes fastened in place securely.

The second door is the entrance to our suite.  I liked using hope as it's theme because that is what we try to provide for our clients who are attempting to negotiate the very bewildering Social Security disability maze.  Hope is also what the true meaning of  Christmas is all about.

Thankful Thoughts - 12/05/15

1)  We've moved into December now, and are headed full tilt toward Christmas.  I can't say that it's my favorite holiday, so much commotion and too many things to be done with too little time despite the fact that we keep it very small and simple.  But I think that's a good place to start with this week's thankful list... that both Papa Bear and I are of like mind that Christmas should be about the meaning and not about spending a fortune that we don't have.  We keep gift exchanges to the minimum, so we aren't paying off credit card charges come January.
 
2)  Another thing I'm thankful for is that we've had a very mild winter thus far with plenty of warm days and no snow or ice yet.  I would love to have snow for Christmas, and it does happen here on occasion here, but it seldom last long, which is good.  As I get older I become less and less a fan of icy walkways and roads, I don't want to break any bones.
 
3)  I have a big reason to be thankful this week, that being that my daughter wasn't hurt more seriously when one of the patients at the hospital where she works as a post-surgical nurse became disoriented and angry and punched her in the face.  She ended up with a slight concussion, and some swelling and one heck of a headache, but thankfully her nose wasn't broken.  Two days later the same patient choked a male nurse and sent him to the ER!  I am thankful that my daughter handled the incident pretty well.   We don't always realize that nursing can be a hazardous profession.
 
4)  I am thankful for God's perfect timing in a wonderful holiday gift box arriving from an amazing friend on a day that had been stressful and emotionally draining.  The Advent wreath is so very cool, and the baked treats were wonderful.  A lot of love and effort went into it, and it made both of us smile big time.
 
5)  I am thankful that despite the business this time of year at stores and restaurants, we've encountered some exceptionally nice young people working as clerks and waiters/waitresses.  Good manners aren't as common as they used to be, and it's always so refreshing when you discover someone who has been raised to be both helpful and respectful.
 
6)  I am thankful for the suggestion from a coworker that instead of exchanging Christmas gifts with each other we pool the money we would have spent and purchase a dorm size freezer so we have a place to keep ice for our drinks, frozen lunches, and even popsicles in the summer.  We have a microwave oven, and a small refrigerator that serves us well, but it has a very tiny freezer that barely holds a trays of ice cubes much less anything extra.  It's fun when we all agree to help pay for something we will appreciate and put to good use.
 
7)  I am thankful that Papa Bear is always willing to help me with anything I ask.  I was decorating my office door for Christmas today, and this involved securing about a dozen diagonal rows of red and ivory satin ribbon candy cane style.  I soon realized that it would take more than two hands to measure the spacing, hold, stretch and secure each ribbon.  Papa Bear got off work at 3 PM and was a very capable assistant with the project.  How many husbands would do that after a tiring day of working on their feet?  He is always so supportive of anything I do or am attempting to do.
 
8)  I was thankful to see so many good entries for Six Sentence Stories this week.  Thursday night is my favorite evening of the week, as I'm eager to get home and read the stories that have been written and see how folks responded to my contribution.
 
9)  I am ever mindful and thankful for how blessed Papa Bear and I are to have our health, our jobs, our family, and a place to call home.  I work with people everyday who have lost all of these things and are in truly desperate situations, and I realize that there but for the grace of God goes I.  That awareness keeps me mindful to treat everyone I encounter during the course of my work with respect, kindness and compassion, and to assist them in the same manner I would hope to be helped if I ever find myself in their situation. 
 
10)  When our parents are no longer living and family members reside far away, it's easy to become nostalgic and miss the holiday festivities of years past.  I am so very thankful for all my Mother did to make Christmas and all other holidays as well as our birthdays, truly special and celebrated.  Those are cherished memories now, and I am thankful that I've also given my children some good memories to treasure when I am no longer here.
 
 
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I'm linking up with Ten Things of Thankful ... 
 
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Somewhere In Between


Most who knew her, or at least thought they did, believed her to be a gentle soul, both caring and kind.  Yet she would have been the first to admit that she possessed another much darker side.  A long time ago a knife had cut her heart too deeply, leaving her with a somewhat distorted sense of right and wrong.  Now she smiled by day and played the role of Good Samaritan brilliantly, but by night she took the law into her own hands, exacting grizzly revenge upon those whom she decided were most deserving of being dispatched.  So which then was she really, saint or sinner?  In all probability, the truth lies somewhere in between.

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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "LIE"
Come and read more Six Sentence Stories, and share one of your own!

Thankful Thoughts - 11/29/15


1)  Thanksgiving Day has come and gone, and I find it sadly ironic that so many people have turned their focus to how early the stores will open for "Black Friday" shopping.  Black indeed... very dark, bringing out the worst in the never-ending quest to acquire more stuff.  Let met just use that as the preface to say that I am very, very thankful that there is nothing I wanted or needed that badly, and was quite happy to stay home and enjoy Thanksgiving Day and evening with Papa Bear.

2)  Although I haven't participated in Ten Things of Thankful often lately, that doesn't mean that I'm not ever-mindful of my many blessings, and I'm thankful that I've learned to began and end each day with those thoughts in mind, just as it says in the illustration above.  My "thank yous" are so big that it makes my reasons to grumble seem pretty small.

3)  Always, always at the top of my gratitude list, wether spoken or unspoken, is my beloved Papa Bear.  I really can't imagine my life without him now.  We were blessed this week to have Thursday, Saturday and Sunday off to share together.  It's  been low-key, relaxing, and very nice, despite the gloomy gray weather outside.

4)  Speaking of the weather, I am so very grateful that we have not had any winter weather yet in the frozen sense of the word.  It has dipped into the low thirties a few times, but not enough to leave us with frozen roads to drive on, or frozen walkways to slip n' slide on, my two biggest fears.  Spring comes early here, so it will be a shorter winter than usual, and I am grateful.  I will be so very relieved if it turns out to be nothing like the ice storms we experienced last year. 

5)  I am thankful for the soft warm flannel sheets that I put on our bed yesterday for the first time this season.  Winter and flannel sheets go together, and bring back good childhood memories too.

6)  I am thankful for the decision my son made this year to sell his house in Clarksville, Tennessee and move to downtown Nashville, despite the longer commute to work.  He is so much happier now, as there is always something to do in Nashville and more friends to hang out with. He now lives less than thirty minutes from his sister too, so they can get together more often.

7)  I am both thankful and relieved that my daughter finally found the courage to end the five year relationship she's been in which was proving to be unhealthy and unhappy for both of them.  It is true that a mother is never happier than her saddest child.

8)  I am grateful beyond measure for the three new coworkers I've acquired in the past six months.  We all get along so well and make an awesome team.  This came as such a blessing after many weeks of struggling with just one coworker in a nearly futile attempt to try to cover all bases.

9)  I am thankful everyday for the four furry felines who are an endless source of laughter, entertainment, affection, and floating cat hair in the air and on every surface.  They are worth it, they are family!

10) Last but never least, I am forever grateful for online friends who have become like family.  My days would be so much less without you, I am truly blessed with the wonderful people I've come to know here!  My plan is to make a concerted effort to post more frequently in the coming months and to get around to comment more too, God willing.

Have an awesome week ahead, and please remember to make this December the season of love above all else!
 
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I'm linking up with Ten Things of Thankful ... 
 
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No Place Like Home

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In sixty one years of life I've called thirty-seven different apartments and houses home.  Some of them have been very nice, and others not so nice, but what I've learned over the years is that it's not the home itself that matters, but the love that resides there.  You can have the most beautiful home imaginable, but if you feel unloved and unwanted when you are there, it's a miserable place to be.  Conversely, a small, simple dwelling can be the best of homes if  you share it with someone you love. 

 I've lived in houses that truly felt like I was living in hell because of what was occurring there at the time, and instead of waiting eagerly for Friday and the weekend, I would dread it because it meant being at home with someone who made my life miserable.  I've also lived in places by myself that were cozy but lonely for the lack of companionship or company. 


For the past seven and a half years I've lived in a simple manufactured home, now located in a rural area about sixteen miles from the city where we work, and although not luxurious or fancy, it's been by far the best home I've ever had because I share it with the most wonderful man imaginable.  His love for me, his friendship, laughter, caring, support and encouragement, makes home the place I want to be and eagerly wait for the end of the workday and work week  to be.  When we are at home Papa Bear and I almost always together, preferring each other's company and the company of our four fur kids to being with anyone else, anywhere.

I don't know what the future holds, or if we will be in this house for the rest of our lives, we dream about moving someplace greener  someday.  But no matter where we live, or what kind of house we have, I know it will be just fine because sharing it with my beloved Papa Bear will make it home.
 
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I'm linking up with Patricia's blog hop In Other Words
 where the writing prompt this week is the following quotation:
"A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul."

-Phillip Moffitt
 

She Looks Good

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"She looks good for her age."  How many times have you heard someone say that?  Either she looks good or she doesn't, what's age got to do with it?  Why have women bought into that "gotta look young forever" mentality, desperately seeking the fountain of youth? 
 
The way I see it, by the time we've reached sixty we've lived three-quarters of our lives, and anything past eighty is frosting on the cake.  So what's wrong with embracing our image no matter what stage we're at, be it twenty, forty, sixty or eighty?

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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "AGED"
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Fear Divides Us

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I have never seen so many self-proclaimed Christians preaching the gospel of hate as in recent days, and it sickens me.  I am thinking maybe they've misread The Book.  It makes me even sadder when I see friends and family members promoting these messages of hate.  I wonder if they are even thinking about what they share, or are just going along with what they've heard and seen, with what is currently politically correct.  Ignorance breeds fear, fear breeds hatred, and hatred breeds violence.  There are so many things we share that unite us, yet we let our fear of what we don't understand divide us; open hearts and minds can change that.
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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "division"


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Left Turn Lucy

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Lucy had always felt like an outsider, even with her own family.  The middle child, her approach to life was so different from that of her two sisters that she sometimes wondered if she was adopted.  Being the only lefty in the family and prone to taking the road less traveled, her sisters jokingly referred to her as "Left Turn Lucy" signifying that she never did the right thing, at least in their eyes.  She had to admit that that her choices more often led to things going wrong than working out as she had planned.

Now Lucy was faced with the choice of her life and wasn't sure which way to go, whether to run off with Luke and follow him on the rodeo circuit where he dreamed of becoming World Champion one day, or take the safe route and settle down with Matthew and the marriage proposal and small town way of life that he had offered her.  For weeks Lucy had wrestled with the tough decision and she knew the time had come to choose a direction, she reached down for her bag and headed out the door.
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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "left"


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Close The Door


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"Close the door, Dear."

Robyn heard her grandmother's voice so distinctly that it almost took her breath away.  She had stopped by her grandparent's old farmhouse, now vacant, on her way to the nursing home to visit her ailing grandfather. 

Easily locating the front door key in it's hiding place above the window frame, Robyn had opened the door and stepped inside, almost expecting to find her grandmother standing at the kitchen table kneading bread dough or frosting cookies. 

She'd left the door hanging open behind her, only planning to stay a few minutes to have a look around at the rooms filled with memories of summers spent there when she was young.

Sitting down on the dusty old sofa in the parlor she heard the gentle laughter of the grandma she loved dearly and she couldn't help but smile; Grandma had passed away seven years ago, but clearly she had come to join her for a visit today.

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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "close"


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Getting Closer

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One by one I've toppled them, the glass dominoes of relationships past. Covered over by forgiveness, their jagged edges are no longer able to cut at my heart. While the lessons remain clear in my memory, I am detached and at long last able to view them objectively. I've made peace with my past for the most part, anger and resentment cast aside; but one domino still stands for me to deal with, an ugly mix of muddy colors and rage. I'm not quite to the place of forgiving when it comes to that one, but I know I must. I feel like I am finally getting closer.

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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "close"


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The Shawl

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Wrapped in a warm woven shawl
In the chill of early morning
I feel the familiar comfort
Of soft folds draped around me
And realize that long ago
In another lifetime maybe
I must have worn one daily

The Refusal


"No, no, no... you are not going to drag me into another one of your stupid wars," Bonnie texted to her sisters, fingers tapping angrily on the touchscreen alphabet of her phone. As the middle child, she had spent most of her life being the peacemaker between her two sisters.

 For the past couple of years things had gone more smoothly between them, but here they were once again, engaged in in a war of words and hurt feelings that mushroomed into an ugly drama with both sides attempting to secure Bonnie's allegiance. She couldn't believe that these two women, both in their sixties, were this angry with each other over one stating that the other had "issues" and the other one not stopping by to visit when she was in town. 

"Can't you just talk it out and then let it go," Bonnie pleaded to two sets of deaf ears, "forgive and forget and move on?"

Realizing that they fully intended to continue their verbal warfare, Bonnie decided to set personal boundaries that would keep her out of the fray, so she notified both sisters that she would no longer allow either of them to tell her something negative about the other, thereby refusing to be a party to their conflicts ever again.
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I'm linking up with Ivy Walker at "Uncharted" for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "refuse"
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Daughter of the Moon

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Larissa had been different from birth, a child who preferred to be by herself, keeping company with imaginary friends.  As she grew older she was often mocked for her steadfast belief in fairies and dragons, and magical places; yet it never seemed to trouble her much that others didn't see life as she did.  In fact, she felt a bit sorry for them, realizing that they were so stuck in their rigid beliefs that their hearts held no space for anything that strayed from the black and white lines of logic.

Larissa knew that the world was filled with secrets waiting to be discovered, and often night time would find her wandering outside, communing with the moon and listening to the wisdom of spirit creatures who came to visit her in many forms.  Entranced by a dragon fly which seemed to glow with its own light, she felt no fear as she followed it deep into the woods near her home late one evening.  Hearing faint strains of music and laughter, she soon found herself in the midst of a campfire gathering of wee elves and fairies eagerly waiting to crown her as their queen.
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I'm linking up with the ever-awesome Ivy Walker for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "entrance"
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Dinner

"Tribe" by Ralph Steadman
Thomas and Peter were on a mission to rescue savage souls, the plan being to convert them to God-fearing believers.  Arriving at the remote village to which they'd been assigned, they were pleasantly surprised to be greeted by the natives with warm enthusiasm.  Tribal dancers festooned with brightly painted masks put on an amazing show for their guests, then led them to a rough plank table laden with fruits and vegetables, next to which two huge cauldrons of soup sat simmering in the fire.  An old man who was apparently the chieftain presented Thomas and Peter with gourds filled with some kind of fruit nectar, then lifted another to his lips, motioning to them to do the same.  Both men found the nectar to be delicious and drank it down eagerly. That night there was much feasting in the village, bellies that had long gone hungry were now round and full; Thomas and Peter were never seen or heard from again.
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I'm linking up with the amazing Ivy Walker for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "CONVERT"

So Much Wisdom


"Desiderata" was penned by American writer Max Ehrmann in 1927.  I first encountered it in the early 1970's in poster form, and was immediately drawn to it's message.  Over the years I have had several copies of the poster that I have given away to others who found it as beautiful as I do.  Much of it is now ingrained in my memory and pieces of it often come to mind.

 I am intrigued by the fact that the words take on more meaning with the passing years of my life.  What I thought was a lovely sentiment way back then, I have since come to fully understand.  Desiderata contains so much truth and wisdom!

 In many ways Desiderata is the summation of my philosophy.  My life has been filled with rich experiences, and despite it's many imperfections I absolutely believe that it is indeed still a beautiful world.

The Axe Man



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"The Axe Man's here!"  Word traveled quickly through the editing department of the large publishing company.
 
"What's everybody so nervous about?" asked Jake, a laid-back twenty-five year old and the most recent hire.
 
 "It's just that every time Mr. Peabody from corporate shows up heads start to roll," senior editor Carter explained.
 
"You mean they send him here just to fire people?" Jake asked incredulously.
 
"Yeah, and it never seems to make much sense about which ones he axes," Carter said, suddenly turning pale as he saw Mr. Peabody standing in the doorway motioning for him to come.
 
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I'm linking up with Ivy for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "AXES"

Aprons For My Mom

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Back in the days when I was growing up girls were usually taught sewing; we learned how to sew from our mothers and grandmothers, and later on in Home Economics classes in High School.  Our initial projects were typically quite simple, pillows, aprons and such. My mother wore a cover-up apron everyday as she worked in the kitchen preparing meals and cleaning up, and it was a matter of great pride when I acquired the skills to make her a pretty apron bound neatly in pink bias tape - her favorite color. When that apron wore out I made her another from the same pattern, and then another. I kept my mother in hand-sewn aprons for the remainder of her years.  How I wish she was still standing there in her kitchen wearing her apron while preparing our meals with love.

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I'm linking up with Ivy for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "TAPE"

What Happiness Is

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 My mother told me long ago that she had asked a fortuneteller if I would ever be happy.  "Not in a way that you would understand," was the answer she received. 
 
That prediction weighed heavily on me for many years as I slogged through nightmarish circumstances and relationships that threatened to destroy me.  I often wondered if I would ever be happy; it seemed impossible that I would find a way to be free of the restrictions on my life.
 
It took a full half-century of living to realize that my unhappiness was largely caused by making poor choices, taking the same wrong turns and making the same mistakes over and over again, yet incredulously expecting things to work out differently from the last time. 
 
At long last I chose a man and a life that were in keeping with what would nurture my soul, and in doing so I learned what happiness truly is... it is being content with what you have and at peace with where life's taken you.

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I'm linking up with Ivy for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "CONTENT"