image link It was this time of year a few years ago when I decided to kayak around Emerald Lake. As I randomly explored some of the many inlets and small offshoots of the lake I heard a loon‘s call of distress nearby. Following the call, I found the pair, the brood of babies resting…
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“Party Seacombe,” from Wonderwall by George Harrison — Coloring Club Plus — 8/2/19
OK music lovers, I was able to move myself beyond, “All Things Must Pass” in George Harrison’s Apple Years box set, to “Wonderwall.” Until looking at wiki today I didn’t realize that it was the first solo album by any member of the Beatles and that it was a movie soundtrack. This album is…
A Spark of Creativity — Bewitched
Image by Reimund Bertrams from Pixabay It all started the night Jax and I broke up. Lying in bed and crying until there were no more tears left, I decided to push past my usual fear of the dark and drive out to the lake. The water was barely rippling under a midnight blue sky…
#MM — Tale Weaver, FOWC, and WOTD — Forklift Files
In my old work days as a juvenile probation officer, it was small victories that kept me and my co-workers going. The strengths-based model we worked from had us always assessing where the strengths in the “biopsychosocial environment” were, while at the same time acknowledging where the barriers were. Our jobs were to enhance the…
dVerse — dizain — A question of trust
“Trust N Love” by Mallika Batra Edited for next to last line word length: A question of trust Trust is like knowing each day brings weather. Mistrust, never knowing what it will be. Trust soothes like light brushes with a feather. Mistrust, combo poison ivy and fleas. Thanking stars or cursed, I’m brought to my…
Coloring Club Plus — 8/1/19
Yes, the scribbled blue along the edges is intentional. I was experimenting with trying to give it a look like it was vibrating. Apologies are in order for another late posting. Too much life and not enough time. I stayed up late last night watching Denzel Washington in, “The Equalizer.” It’s the second time seeing…
the cursed of the white house
The town hall clock struck midnight; ghouls clamored around the white house. The twelfth gong’s peal faded away; creaking echoed into silent darkness as the front door opened. Fluorescent green accented a stout figure who clomped onto the raised porch, its shellacked pompadour rising in the night like an unholy erection, belying the lack of…
