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the little things

I love… morning coffee to tinker; a little bit of this and a little bit of that thunder and lightning, especially when I’m enjoying coffee and tinkering the sound of rain on a tin roof rainbows and butterflies the way my body feels after doing something strenuous (rare, but happens) swimming in cool waters when the sky explodes into colors (missing Colorado) road trips—I’ll get out there again, eventually walking on sand the ocean Weekend Writing Prompt: Tinker (in 75 words) & RDP Saturday: Eventually I could go on and on, so I’m glad I used the 75 word prompt! I saw another blogger do this things that I love, and thought it was a great idea. It really was a wonderful exercise in gratitude. I felt so refreshed after thinking about the things that I love. And these are just the little things! I’m recycling an old image here. It’s from way back in the archives; a shot in the backyard after it rained. Those are tiny droplets, and I love them so! Anyway, …

Karma

Whatever goes up, will surely come down; Like a boomerang, it just all goes around. You get what you give, or reap what you sow; If hate’s what you plant, then hate’s what will grow. If you want to see change; if love’s what you thirst, Be bold with your kindness… Dare to go first. Your Daily Word Prompt: Karma I’ve been stumped the past few days. Writer’s block, creativity block… whatever you want to call it. Slightly annoying—that’s what I call it. When I saw the word Karma my mind went where any annoyed person’s head would go. To the dark side. You know… rubbing my hands together, evil grin, thinking the worst. Revenge (even though I’m my own worst enemy, so that’s probably a bad move). But Karma isn’t revenge. It’s quite the opposite actually. If you sit around hoping (bad) Karma will make its way to someone else, you’ve missed the point completely. That’s like trying to get the speck out of your friend’s eye when you’ve still got a log in …

On the Edge

I think the definition of artist is a bit enigmatic. I’ve never called myself an artist. I’ve said things like “this is some art I created,” or “I love to create art,” but that’s as far as it goes. I think the first explanation that pops into my head is the fact that I don’t use pencils, pens, or even brushes (although that may change after the new semester).

Is Fear Surreal?

FEAR has Two Meanings: Forget Everything and Run… …or Face Everything and Rise. A quote by Zig Ziglar I think there may be a third option. Be still. Because maybe, like this woman seems to realize, there is nothing to fear—but fear itself. 🙂 Image created for Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Surreal

Living the Dream

Chaotic workday— a scuffle with friends, Five o’clock traffic— the stress never ends, Pressure to do well— fearing failure, too, Stuck in a pattern— afraid of what’s new, Plan for retirement— look forward to rest, Where children once played— is now empty nest, Dating disasters— a marriage from hell, Lack of investments— there’s nothing to sell, No regrets linger— My head’s not for rent, All of these moments— are evanescent, March forward, full steam— toward what is unseen, Faith is eternal— I’m living the dream.

Looking Back

Looking at your past is not a bad thing. Not to brood over it, but to cherish fond memories; see what you’ve done right (and wrong); and to learn from your past mistakes. When you take it all in and reflect, you figure out what’s worth repeating, what you should do differently next time, and—more importantly—what you should never do again.

In the Quiet

Beauty comes to rest In the quiet of the day Gently, with no force I had to share another photo of the butterfly that stopped to visit yesterday. Mainly because I took so many pictures, but also because while standing on the grass to get the shots… my ankles were eaten alive by what I can only assume were mosquitoes. I guess even beauty has its price! Peace & Love!! Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Beauty & Quiet

Wishes Come True

A wish, like a dream Is only the beginning The challenge comes next Prepare for the fight Fear will say: “Impossible!” You must not listen Like “look, but don’t touch,” Always leaves you wondering, What did that feel like? You will never know What you are capable of Until you have tried So take a gamble, Up the ante, raise the stakes Make your wish come true Written for Daily Addictions: Fight, RDP Friday: Prepare, Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Touch & Your Daily Word Prompt: Raise

What am I?

Beauty is all around me, To see, taste, smell and feel. This collage of golden flowers, Sits before me as I kneel. When I pray to the Almighty, The colors swirl about my head. Then snuggle around my body, Keeping me warm… inside my bed.

Be Real

Be unique. Be awesome. Be you.   Do whatever it is that is true.   Take chances. Make mistakes. Step out. No one else knows what you are about. Encourage. Give a hand. Be kind. Speak gently, of what’s on your mind. Do what’s right, when others go wrong. You matter. You’re here. You Belong. Being phony will fracture your soul, So be real. Be authentic. Be whole. —Janet Word of the Day Challenge: Phony

Doorways

“Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate; And though I oft have passed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.” —J.R.R. Tolkien

An Ode to Blogging

We’re going out in public, So please put on your mask. Say “I’m fine” and “thank you,” If anyone should ask. I know your thoughts run rampant, You want to share them all, But these are not the places; The grocery store, or mall. Wait until you’re all alone, And type them with your hand. Share them on the blog instead, Where people understand.

Nurture

RDP Thursday: Nurture verb: care for and encourage the growth or development of. noun: the process of caring for and encouraging the growth or development of someone or something. My featured image is kind of random! I did so many assignments in the past semester that the rebel in me has been fighting to break free and do something that’s just “because.” No judgement, no grade.

Eclectic Thoughts

How does one decipher, Mixed messages conveyed? Go where there is no path, But be careful not to stray. Reach for the stars is guidance… That often goes around, But can this be achieved… When keeping both feet on the ground? Am I shooting for the moon… If I aim to rise above the crowd? Or is this evidence… That my head is in the clouds? Unraveling ancient proverbs, Double edged, their meanings dual, Will knowledge bring me power… Or the wisdom of a fool? —Janet Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Eclectic

Wool-gathering

BAD DAY AT SCHOOL It required too much effort; Listening to his speech… Dreaming of tomorrow, Things just out of reach… “Learn anything?” he asked… As I exited the class, “Well…” I answered softly, “These chairs sure hurt my …” —Janet Weekend Writing Prompt #92: Wool-gathering (36 words) Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Anything RDP Saturday: Effort

Gratitude Hour

Time can be a little deceptive. It’s been two months since the fall semester ended, and—to be honest—it feels like it’s been a year. I’m grateful for the “down time,” don’t get me wrong, but that old familiar feeling… that it’s time to get moving… has taken hold, and Tuesday can’t come soon enough. It’s kind of like long, out of town vacations. They’re awesome! They’re fun, relaxing, and refreshing, but eventually you reach that point where you just want to go home. So… Daily Addiction’s word today is Inspire, and I’ve been thinking about that word quite a bit (burning the midnight oil again). In my pondering, I realized that one of the reasons my life, and this blog, have morphed and grown so much over the past couple of years is because so many of you have inspired me. Undoubtedly, I’ll be online much less once my classes start… so it seems like the perfect time to express my gratitude for that inspiration. To all the photographers out there, thank you for sharing. …

Balance

Rain taps the window, Inviting us out to play, Childlike dreams return, Cares melt away in each drop, Balance is being restored. —Janet Written for Your Daily Word Prompt: Inviting, & RDP Tuesday: Balance Rain is like macaroni & cheese to me. It’s my comfort weather. The fire goes on, blankets get piled high, and I have an excuse to stay in bed with a good book (guilt free!). A day like that is a great way to restore balance. I wanted to share some exciting news about school. After working as an unpaid graphic design intern for two semesters, I’m going to be official this semester. I will actually get paid for my work!

Helter-Skelter

The midnight oil is burning. Scribbled words on shreds of notepaper litter the floor beneath my seat. I let out a yelp as the computer warns of pending doom: “Online storage approaching maximum capacity; purchase upgrade for more space!” Perhaps I shouldn’t write tonight. Shuffling through images from my past, I contemplate long and hard about which ones to retain, and which ones to throw out. Some of the photos seem so sad, so grainy. I look beyond the flaws, and into the memories that they bring. Perhaps I should save them all, it’s so hard to let go. Attempting to consolidate only creates more commotion, more chaos… I’ll finish tomorrow. Weekend Writing Prompt #91: Helter-SkelterWord Count: 111 Word of the Day Challenge: Yelp I don’t know if it’s cheating the 111 word count to go on like this, but I’m a rebel anyway so who cares. 🙂 I wanted to say something about my collage. I actually thought about writing a Haiku for this, because it reminded me of how little boys dream… usually …

Dating Disasters

Over at Harry’s Beach Bar, The music plays all night. My date and I stopped in there, To have a quick little bite. Regrettably I’d told a tale, About my rock star vocals, How shocked I was, To read the sign: Karaoke TONIGHT for Locals! No doubt, I was in a pickle, For my singing he’d abhor, So I excused myself… To the ladies room, And left through the back door. Three Things Challenge: Rock Star, Beach, Pickle

Behind my Veil

Do I deceive myself? Does this thin veil protect me, From your copious attempts, To whisk me away into the night, Penetrate my covering, Steal my heart, And leave me vulnerable? Or do I deceive you? Hoping that you’ll instigate the affair, So that I can watch, As you search hopelessly, Allowing you to believe, That my heart is actually hidden here? —Janet Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Copious Word of the Day Challenge: Instigate This isn’t really my style, but I had some revealing thoughts recently, about the roles that I’ve played in some of my ‘tragic’ love stories. I guess it’s true what they say… it really DOES take two to tango. It’s not always beautiful to see the truth about ourselves, but we’ll never be able to change what’s wrong until we do. Anyway, I thought the poem went well with my art. This was an accidental piece, and it lit a fire in me to try some new techniques… so I hope to do some more experimenting today. That’s about all for now—Peace …

New Perspectives

Oftentimes I tell the people I meet about my transformation; how much I’ve changed since entering recovery and coming to believe. The way I usually describe it is that all of these changes are internal… they can’t be seen. Well, aside from the fact that you won’t “see” me drinking anymore. Sometimes I refer to it as a “new attitude,” and other times I say that a lot of it has do with “gratitude.” Even so, I still find myself complaining or whining at times (especially when I play softball), but I’m able to recognize my behavior, pull out my tools, and work on fixing the problem. While pondering the word angle—I realized that looking at life, myself, and others from different perspectives is probably one of the KEY factors behind my transformation. My new attitude stems from seeing things from new angles, and the ability to do so keeps me grateful. One of the greatest things I learned in recovery was that I need to look at my own reflection when something is bothering …

My Mind’s Eye

From where I was standing, I saw beauty everywhere. The gulls appeared to know me, As if they recognized my stare. My mind’s eye scanned the horizon, Rousing dull shades into vibrant hues, Melancholy grays, Into sapphire blues. Moving quickly, I traversed the mud and the trash. I saw snowflakes and crystals, As I watched the waves crash. The storm the eve before, Left puddles, wind, and freezing air… But on the coast that morning, Not a surfer, Nor I, Had a single care. —Janet Inspired by the Word of the Day Challenge: Dream

Inquisitive

When you’re curious, you find lots of interesting things to do. Walt Disney This was one of those unique moments, when you see something that you just don’t see every day. Word of the Day Challenge: Unique

Dreams in the Mist

I don’t know if anyone else ever falls into this trap, but I constantly find myself trying to turn my dreams—or the things I love—into some kind of product, as if they’re things I need to own. It’s like the person who loves to swim, who’ll never be satisfied until their backyard has a pool… or the occasional fisherman who believes he’ll find ultimate happiness ONLY after he buys a boat. And you know what they say: “The happiest days of a boat owner’s life are the day they buy a boat—and the day they sell the boat.” Well, all of my hemming and hawing over my college major came to a wonderful close recently when I considered these analogies. I realized that I’ve been too fixated on the road… or the tangible outcomes (degrees)… and somewhere in the interim I lost sight of my dreams; the things I actually LOVE to do—just for the sake of doing them. I made a decision to venture off the pathway this spring; I’ve enrolled in Creative Writing …

Keep Dreaming

My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive. The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive. Often they fade, to black, and to white— Others appear in magnificent light. Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette— They wait as I cling to the fear of regret. One dream can splinter, into two, even three— I’ll never stop dreaming of all I can be. —Janet— Weekend Writing Prompt #89: Silhouette Word of the Day Challenge: Splinter Well… in spite of the predicted rain, I’m heading to the beach tomorrow for a four day stay. I’m so excited! I’m taking along my camera, and dreaming of some great shots… but even a few mediocre ones will do! Speaking of photographs, I have to mention something about my featured image. My son and I went to the Phoenix Art Museum years ago, and I’ve had this photograph of him for years. When I saw the word silhouette today, I decided it was time to get creative with it. Not everyone wants to see “family photos,” but …

The Shack

Far beneath the jagged cliff … Where men are seldom seen, A dilapidated shack … Lies in the dark ravine. Beaten by the fog and mist … Its coverings worn thin, Things were said to go awry… When Enmity moved in. —Janet— Three Things Challenge: Mist, Shack, Cliff Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Enmity I’m really enjoying these word challenges. Seems like a great way to motivate and inspire, and it’s really helping me ‘stick to my guns’ and write something every day. I have more words to conquer—that brought about uplifting thoughts—and some updates to share, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be posting again later. TGIF

The Monsoon

—Photo Memories This photograph was taken when I lived in a mobile home for a few short months, in a town called Catalina… in Arizona. It’s about 20 miles or so from Tucson, and those are the Santa Catalina Mountains in the distance. My best guess is that I took it a little over ten years ago, and probably with a cellphone. There were actually a handful of old images that I found, that would probably qualify for the Word of the Day Challenge—breathtaking, but I wanted to use this one because of what breathtaking means to me. One of the things I remember the most about Catalina is being outside in the middle of a sunny afternoon, blue skies above, and hearing the thunder start to build in the distance. It was faint at first, and if you followed its echo you could see the dark and ominous cloud billowing in the distance. The sky would begin to darken, ever so slightly, and gusts of wind would send whirls of dust through the air. …

Metamorphosis

Sometimes I look back at my life, and I laugh about my dreams. When I was young, I wanted to be a cheetah. That dream led me to depression though, because cheetahs run so fast and no matter how hard I tried… it seemed as though it took me forever just to get from here to there. As I got a little older, I realized that I needed to be something else. I decided that I’d be much better off if I could be a lion. Lions are so courageous, and they have such strong muscles! I dreamed about being a lion for quite a long time, but it seemed to me that I didn’t have a single bone in my body. How could I wander bravely through the jungle if I didn’t have any bones? I envied lions for that. Eventually reality sunk in, and I just knew that I’d never be a lion. Maybe I was just being immature, wanting to be fast and strong like those animals that I admired. I was …

Ghost Town

Facades and foundations are all that remain, Of the city from which her spirit once came. Underneath the dust, and the rubble there lay, Narrow streets lined with gold… least that’s what they say. During one summer, when the moon shone just right, A man’s said to have seen her, There dancing at night. It’s believed that their hearts were at once set on fire, On top of that mountain, beyond the old mire. Now legend it goes… that once every June, Some see their shadows, up in the full moon. — by JanetWord Count: 91 Weekend Writing Prompt #88: Foundations Today’s Accomplishment: Write an Acrostic Poem (and I just learned what that was yesterday, so this was a challenge indeed!) Peace & Love Everyone!

Blind Ambition

Lessons learned the hard way The signs are ever there Red flag warnings flashing Read “ENTER IF YOU DARE” Passions blind our senses We fail to heed the call Refusing to acknowledge The writing on the wall Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Wall

Introspection

Fear, like a giant boulder…Stays weighted at my feet.—Afraid I’ll miss the curtain call, I stay paralyzed…Gazing at the stage to find my cue. Impatience, like a cold wind…Sends me sailing into a flurry.—I shatter into pieces, chasing a million things…Until all that’s left are tiny shards. Reason, like a brilliant scientist…Wants to put me back together.—Like a puzzle to be solved, I inspect the fragments…But many of the pieces have been lost. Acceptance, like a soft embrace…Whispers I am enough.—The mystery becomes magical, and I feel love. But, Gratitude… Sweet, sweet Gratitude—Like a burning flame…She warms my soul. … Inspired by the Word of the Day Challenge: Gratitude Today’s Accomplishment: Write a poem without a rhyme Dr. Seuss likes to whistle tunes to me when I even ‘think’ about poetry, so this was extremely hard for me. Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors. —African Proverb

Madness

Everything is spinning, And things are upside down. Do my eyes deceive me? Or are crazies running ’round? They like to taunt and tease me, They’ll never leave, I dread… No one else can see them, Here hiding in my head. … Inspired by Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Madness I got excited when I saw today’s word because I knew it was the perfect opportunity to put one of my ‘zoo light’ photographs to use. A little spin here, a little blur there… and voila! It’s madness! Peace & Love!—Janet

Playing the Game

Well, I never made it outside yesterday (Boooo). Honestly… it is freaking COLD here! Not as cold as so many places, but in California these recent “extremes” are quite shocking to some of us natives. Anyway, even though I made a silent vow to stay away from my archived photographs, this morning I remembered some images I took at the park some time ago, and this one seemed perfect for today’s thoughts. Par for the course, I played around in Photoshop to make it appear a little “dreamy.” I couldn’t help but wonder if this young boy was dreaming a little himself at that moment; feeling hopeful about his future in baseball. I don’t know if I mentioned it before… but this past summer I played coed slow-pitch softball. I’ve now joined a winter league, and this weekend is our first practice game. A friend of mine—who has never played before—has also signed up, and this past Sunday the two of us went to the batting cages. After showing her how to hold the bat, …

The Enigma

This photograph has been in my folder for a while now, and I didn’t know if I would ever use it until I saw the One Word Challenge: Enigma. It’s definitely an odd little piece. I could tell you what it is… but then the mystery would be gone. On another note, the long anticipated day is here… a fresh start to a brand new year. No matter what everyone says, and no matter how hard those resolutions are to keep, I’m still making my mental list—and even writing some of them down. One of the things I’ve been avoiding—probably due to fear—is buckling down and learning more about photography. That is probably at the top of my list. It’s fun to use Photoshop, but sometimes I wish I could just go out, shoot a marvelous image, download it to the PC and post it. That’s something I’m really shooting for this year. Anyway, I won’t go on and on about my list… it’s a new day, the wind is really howling here, and I …

The Rebel

Quietly I slip away Into the black and white. Cautiously Sparking palettes Waiting for colors to ignite. … I really wanted to do this weekend writing prompt, and I figured it could be a good way to say “No more black and white for a while.” I believe I’ve had my fill. Weekend Writing Prompt #87: Ignite