We weave the pattern, Love dwindles, or ripples out, It is in our hands. As you can see, I’m still experimenting with my portrait/visual communication ideas here. This is actually a fun and entertaining way […]
Author: Janet
My name is Janet, and I'm located in southern California. My blog is rather eclectic, featuring art, photography, and a little poetry, as well as short pieces of fiction (now and then). I also share about my walk of faith, and my journey through recovery from alcoholism.
Better Together — Out of the Ashes
It is DAY ONE here at Out of the Ashes, a brand new collaboration in it’s infancy stage, and we welcome you to come and follow us along. Life is full of “new beginnings,” and […]
Rising Up in the Dark
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. CARL JUNG This is one of the most exciting posts I’ve written […]
Chiseled Thoughts
Positivity, Thoughts chiseled with good intent, Like an open book. Greetings everyone! I’ve been experimenting with some techniques to create some new forms of visual communication. I was inspired after looking at graffiti and wall […]
I Choose Peace
Image by Patou Ricard from Pixabay I’ve been hemming and hawing for weeks (or months), the pendulum swaying back and forth; from feeling as though it’s my responsibility (as a human being) to talk (or […]
The 70’s to Today
A Life in Rap Gallivanting, and Bar hopping. Living it up, and Hotel bopping. Race with the Joneses, Some name dropping. A 401K, and Wife swapping? Dieting fads, and Pill popping. Sucking it up, with […]
Shelter in Place
Storm intermission, Seductress teases through glass, Fragile barricade. Greetings everyone! My new PC is finally here, and I am back in action with Photoshop—and a few other new and exciting programs to get creative with. […]
Winds of Change
The sky is ablaze, Logic is lost in anger, Winds of change are here. I needed to work on some art, and post some words today. Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Anger & Logic sort of […]
A Pause
Beautiful pauses, Cloaked in fragrant petals bloom, Life is not a race. Happy Hump-day! I’ve taken a few pauses lately, to photograph some of the wonderful things in our backyard. This little butterfly (or moth?) […]
Recalibrating
Would you believe that tomorrow marks the beginning of WEEK TWELVE of my New Lifestyle, New Me project? Wow! It feels as though I’ve lost part of my life somehow—like my wall calendar has this […]
Late Night Fiction #7
Franky with a “Y” For anyone just joining, this is an ongoing short story that I’m having some fun with. Previous scenes can be found HERE, if you’d like to read them. This scene won’t make […]
Late Night Fiction #6
Franky with a “Y” For anyone just joining, this is an ongoing short story (that is slowly becoming long-er). It was written in my Creative Writing class a year ago, and I’m sharing (and editing) […]
Late Night Fiction #5
The beginning of this short story, which spans across several posts, has now been pieced together on one page. Scenes One, Two and Three can be read HERE. I’ll be adding the new scenes as […]
Our Beautiful Mind
It’s been a long time since I shared an update on my New Lifestyle, New Me project. I’ve been quiet about my progress. Why? Well… let’s just say that I’m beginning to understand why Adam […]
Bloom of Love
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart. Unknown It’s after midnight, but I had to get an image in for RDP Saturday: Image. Another rose from one of […]
Singing Lessons
LEARN TO SING, EVEN IF YOU CAN’T CARRY A TUNE! Weekend Writing Prompt #155: Tune (10 Words) —A Little Weekend Humor— Happy Saturday! Photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels (text added by me)
Late Night Fiction #4
I’m including a table of links to hold this story together. Continuing on from night #3 Asher turned to see the woman standing at the doorway, and then his eyes darted away. He couldn’t believe […]
Late Night Fiction #3
Chapter One Continued Asher stood frozen as questions flooded his mind. Was he going mad? Was it a dream? He pinched himself hard and yelped. Shards of glass crunched under his feet as his body […]
