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Su Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt

The man, and his dog, sat on the front porch swing, and watched the sun set, below the far away hills. Sixty-seven years, Mr Silversteun lived in this house. It was the one his parents, Bertha and Fred Silversteun, bought right before his birth.

On December 21, 1952, in the wee early morning hours, a nine pound 11 oz baby boy gave his first cry. Bertha and Fred were beyond themselves, for the doctors repeatedly announced they were unable to have children. Within a few hours post birth, his nurses diagnosed Charles with SSHL (sudden sensorineural hearing loss).

Though there were moments of self loathing, he intentionally lived through his vision. Graduating, with honors, from a prestigious university for the deaf, he worked as a Sign Language college professor. In addition, in his free time, he diligently invested into his passion for painting.

He created images in his mind, inspired by what he saw and read. Though most couldn’t quite understand him verbally, there was no questioning his art. He painted from his soul.

With much love & light,

Nova Namastè


7 Powerful Steps to Successfully Being Your Own Therapist • The How to Social Worker

This is quite empowering! I hope you feel it helpful!

Being your own therapist isn’t easy. These steps walk you through self therapy to take control of your emotions. Care to be in your own driver seat?
— Read on

#NDRW – #63


Today’s word is nomadic.

Good Afternoon, Evening, and Morning.

#SpeakLife into yourself 

#SpeakTruth into your mind 

#SpeakConfidence into your heart

#SpeakLove into this world 

Spread Kindness like it’s all the world has left. 

Namastè ☀🌌

Gratitude Journal 07/4/19


What I’m grateful for today?

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  • Corn on the Cobb
  • Sparklers
  • Butter
  • Legos
  • Lawnmowers
  • Poetry
  • Pinterest
  • Beauty products
  • Baby wipes
  • Kindness

“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson


Sunday’s Gratitude Journal


What I’m Grateful for today?



  • TV
  • Ice cream
  • Shower
  • My vehicle
  • Clothes

“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson


One Word Sunday: Simplicity


Evelyn’s job required her to travel. In the hustle and chaos of packing, unpacking, checking in and out, the airport times and airplane tight seating, her anxiety was a frequent companion. She’s gotten better with managing it all, thanks to Dr Hopkin’s prescription.

Occasionally, though, she’d be due to land in an area such as Pabneukirchen, Austria. Such a place was wonderfully welcoming, with it’s townspeople kind and friendly. The rolling hills and slow placed living helped Evelyn calm her spirit. She always yearned for the reminder of life’s simplicity. Her breathing returned to normal; and, she felt such relief.

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This was formulated for Debbie Symth’s One Word Sunday.

Laura’s Weekly Song Challenge: Week #16

Featured Photo Credit: John Matychuk on Unsplash

Here’s the fun weekly song challenge Laura put’s together. You don’t want to miss out, check it out:D

Song with Blue in the title or lyrics

Eiffel 65- Blue

Song that has the word color in the title or lyrics

True Colors- Cyndi Lauper

A song with a color included in the title of the song or band name

Men in Black- Will Smith

Kristina, what songs would you choose?

3-2-1 Quote Me Challenge: Happiness


Fandango, over at This, That, and the Other, tagged me to participate in this round of 3-2-1 Quote Me, about Happiness.

“Stop comparing yourself to other people, just choose to be happy and live your own life.” 
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

“Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.” 
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

Mental Health Journey 15


Where to begin?

The order of events of my life never cease to astound me. I realize what I never do in storms, is this:

“Why me?! I’ve been through enough. Why is this happening to me.”

I also rarely stay in this mindset:

“God, here I am again. When something goes wrong, the chain of events in the same follow. Why can’t something go right.”

I know there’s an intended purpose for every occurrence I face. I know the occurrence is either teaching me a lesson of my past, or preparing me for my future. Nothing occurs for us to remain complacent and comfortable.

I’m thankful I realize I don’t need to be or remain idle.

I found this and it seems to be the significant message that Repeating itself on social media lately.

My Mental Health Journey 14


Good Morning,

It’s Monday, May 6th. I’m home, in my head. Right now, I have too much time on my hands. Hopefully, that soon changes.

While I’m thankful for the following:

  1. Sunshine
  2. Warmer temperatures
  3. Good friends
  4. Coffee
  5. Singing of birds

I’m still carrying the invisible things, such as grief and confusion. For the INFJ, it’s not possible for ” let it roll off your back”. For HSPs, our emotions are rooted in our lives on a much deeper level. They can’t be yanked and weeded out just because they feel awful.

I’m dealing with a familiar difficult situation. This time, the gap feels like a continental distance. It’s early yet, but none of it feels good.

It makes me hesitant. It makes me cautious of my mental health and heart. It’s challenging me to constantly battle feelings that I shouldn’t be feeling… Because this situation isn’t his normal.

It’s painful. It’s isolating. I don’t know what’s going to happen.

This season is similar but different from the one before.

I’m not sure if this will be the last.

I just need some sense of direction…

I need some peace in this storm.

My Mental Health Journey 13


Opened Tabs:

  • My kitchen sink seriously needs emptied. Why can’t I feel motivated.
  • Today’s my first day of work… After 10 years… I’m very excited about it. This is going to change my life. Ironically, it’s a job that would repulse an INFJ.. LOL I am going to be using my incredibly sweet and pleasurable phone voice to call potential sellers!! I’d follow a script and fill out a questionnaire. I’m actually beginning to “dream”…Sure, I’ve had goals. I’ve had the smaller achievements over time. I’ve not felt capable and it possible for me dream much bigger than the necessities, ever.

{See what BAD anxiety can do? Creates an incarcerated feeling to the house.}

  • My boyfriend woke up Sunday. I couldn’t contain my tears. I knew that I worried about memory loss; but, I’m more prepared for it. He’s not remembered much since walking up. Not many people, not associates he’s known for years. I know he doesn’t remember me… BUT, I know who I am in this situation… And by knowing so, I’m able to be ok with whatever the future holds. Do I want him to forget me, no! I’m sure that the follow of what’s meant to happen will be exactly what we need at the time. It’s about faith, hope, and love.
  • I really need a nap.
  • I really need to shave 😂😂
  • Bluh…

Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too! (collaboration poetry)


Roy, over at A Guy Named Bloke, created this super cool challenge!

It’s called Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too!

Rory’s Instructions:
I will choose a topic, write four lines of Rhyming Verse then l will tag one of my readers who will in turn add four lines of Rhyming Verse to my mine and Tag one of their own readers, and then it is a case of wash rinse repeat and let’s see how far our topic goes in so far as a Rhyme?




The Perfectly Crazy Bucket List!

Rory Starts us off:
So, so much to do, and with so little time, I want to do everything, nothing to be missed, But how do l plan it all, how do l define, The perfectly crazy bucket list?

Paula’s adds:
First up is a lush tropical jungle, Jaguars and waterfalls… all quite insane; I do hope my parachute isn’t all bungled, When I jump from the doorway of this airplane!

Fandango Continues:
I want to take a rocket into space, Or maybe a submarine ride deep in the sea. I sure hope they will save me a place, Because that’s where I really want to be!

Cheryl Contributes:
A trip to the mountains is what l’d choose, I’ll make sure to wear climbing shoes, Rocks are high and edges slippery, Wouldn’t want to fall off the perifery,

Kristian Contribution:
I’d like see the world, visit the sands of Abu Dhabi take a cruise down the Golden Gate Bridge in my Maserati,
head to New England and catch a game at old Fenway Park,
then board a ship to Costa Rica where I can swim with a shark.


My Contribution:

I’d travel to the desert in Egypt

And photograph the pyramids,

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Then board the Ciaro railway,

To the Chocolateria in Madrid.

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I’d like to tag Ritu over at But I Smile Anyway:)

Word of the Day: Lingering


The lingering stench of bad decisions suffocated Carl, as he clumsily tried standing. His head throbbed; and the faint light shining through the curtains felt like a jack hammer to the skull.

” Where does she keep the aspirin?” He grumbled in irritability. Hangover is not a good look for him.

He took the glass, from the strainer, and filed it half full with water. Carefully, he turned around and made his way to the bathroom.

James, his lifelong friend, made it as far as the hallway. He looked ROUGH… His collard shirt was half His from his hands. He was missing a shoe and sock from one foot. To top off the look, he smelled like regret. Puke was all down the front of him, that Carl could see anyway.

“Wow dude, you must have partied hard!” He said to his friend, while passing by.

Stepping over him, Carl made it to the bathroom. He hoped there would be aspiran in the medicine cabinet.

“Shit!” He whispered. With no relief, he made his way back out of the bathroom.

” Maybe there’s some in her nightstand!” He thought, heading in that direction.

Tracey, Carl’s female best friend, was sleeping next to the sliding closet doors. She was still wearing the cute Al Chazier fleek black evening dress from the night before. He had a crush on her all the while they were growing up. In middle school, during one of the yearly dances, they missed. It was awkward. They bumped heads. They never did anything like it since.

Carefully squirming past her, Carl made it to the night stand. In luck, there was a bottle of medication inside.

” Whew! Thank God!” He murmured, as he popped the lid of and tapped two whole white pills into his palm.

Throwing his head, he gulped the water, washing down the medication as fast as possible. He’d been hungover plenty of times, but this felt different. His body felt extra heavy, and he felt extra warm. It was only May, so the outside temps weren’t the New York hot yet.

” Damn! I’m still not feeling it!” He thought, as he stumbled past Tracy, on his way out of the room. As he approached the James, still passed out in the hallway, his throat began to tighten.

” WTF!” He panicked. Shortly thereafter, his vision began to blur, and he desperately needed to get back to the sink.

Practically plummeting facedown into the carpet, he desperately tried to regain control of himself. He had no idea what was happening, and no one else was comprehensive to help.

Slowly, griping the nearby furniture to stay up, he made it to the kitchen. His breathing now was gasping. His chest heavy, as of cement blocks were loading for transporting. He felt himself slipping.

“Forget the water, where’s the damn phone?!” He mustered out. He collapsed to the floor and laid on his back. With one hand over his heart, he felt a trail of tears stream down his cheek. Ten minutes later, he gasped for the last time.

Sonya emerged from the walk in pantry. This was her birthday; it was her party the night before. She wasn’t going to allow someone to ruin it for her. Carl had just met her; however, when he started drinking he became obnoxiously frustrating.

He made the mistake of getting in front of the mic and giving a less than pleasant birthday toast.

Sonya tip toed over to where Carl laid motionless.

” I tried to warn you, fool! ” She whispered with this evil look to her eyes.

Written for The Word of the Day Challenge; found here🙂

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23


0C331210-F6EC-4801-9B74-64714B29C5B3This is being created for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

The sounds of Mr Gregor’s old cottage spooked children for generations. He was born on the 27th of June, 1837. His mother and father were highschool sweethearts. Mr Gregor was the 2nd born, an older brother before him. The sibling rivalry was constant, brutal, and bloody. Their parents tried to keep the peace, but as the boys grew, the jealousy and competition only escalated.

One cold October night, the rain was pouring and the flooding sirens resonated. Holland Grove was mostly flat, with surrounding hills. At least once a year, Hollanders felt with the forces of heavy rain. There’s bunkers scattered about, to store extra food and sand bags.

John Gregor quickly snatched his hat & rain coast from the coat tree, right inside the front door. To the left of the tree, was a solid shoe bench. It was extra large, clear coated, and a gorgeous cherry wood finish. He plumped down and wickedly slipped on his rain boots.

Taylor was right behind him. The boys are only 2 years apart. He snagged his heavy coat and slipped on his boots.

Neither of the boys knew how deep the waters had gotten. They heaved forward, pulling themselves along with their walking sticks. They were checking on the elderly neighbors.

Before that night was over, in the late hours, Taylor returned home. John didn’t make it back.

All these years later, when it rains, the older kids from the Grove said you could hear a man’s growling. They’ve said to have seen a dark haired young man, about 30.. Roughly 6′ 4″, standing by the window.

My Mental Health Journey 8


I’ve endure child abuse. I’ve been urged to kill myself. I’ve lived with severe depression and major panic attacks. I’ve been married and divorced, and married again… I’ve endured my second husband’s suicide… And the whole community dubbing me ” psycho murderer”… I’ve had two girls, both over 9lbs, and HPV during my second pregnancy. I’ve been wrongfully robbed of 95% of my possessions, and traveled across the country with a full blown narsassist. I’ve endured roadside stranded, vehicle towed, and so much more…

And I’ve been strong through it. I’ve felt capable in my solitude to handle the situation…

With this recent event, I’m struggling. These emotions of fear and deep sadness might be apart of what he’s feeling… I don’t know. I just know I can’t seem to feel comfort… As badly as I want to. My boyfriend’s son is at the hospital with him. He’s the closest to my bf I can be right now… And he’s not sentimental… He probably doesn’t give much care about what I’m feeling right now… And to an extent, I can understand that.

I just wish I had someone who’d come see me and have coffee. Someone who could give me an in person hug, and reassure me he’s going to wake up. I’ve watched entirely toooooo many medical shows where my brain is trying to say “He could sleep for weeks, even months.”! Someone please tell my irrational fears to quiet.

Guh, I’m exhausted. In the meantime, my vehicle sits unmoved… Till this weekend, when I could pay to do anything with it. My girls are constantly tatling on one another. Everything is ” that’s mineeeeee!!!!!”… Or my toddler throwing it over the side of our porch.

Life is going to get easier, but im ready for that time to be now. I saw another trilogy of 4s tonight. It’s odd how virtually normal they are to me. It made me smile.

Anyway, I’m tired. Today’s day one of this craziness. Day 3 for the bf unconscious from brain swelling.

I’m never struggled with faith… But, we’re not meant to do life alone… So, I’m going to need you guys.

If you’d like to send me anything that’s funny or a quick hello or funny meme…. Whatever the case, my email is

Good night 🌺 Good Morning to you East of the US and Good Afternoon to you on the West Coast!

A2Z Challenge: O


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The 15th letter of our A2Z Challenge is “O”. There’s three states that begin with the letter:

Ohio State Flower: Scarlet Carnation

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Oklahoma State Flower: Oklahoma Rose

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Oregon State Flower: Oregon Grape

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A2Z Challenge: M


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The 12th letter of our alphabet is the letter M!

In the United States, the states are

Maine State Flower:White pinecone and tassel

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Maryland State Flower: Black-eyed Susan

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Massachusetts State Flower: Mayflower

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Michigan State Flower: Apple Blossom

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Minnesota State Flower: Pink & White Lady Sipper

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Mississippi State Flower: Magnolia

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Missouri State Flower: White Hawthorn Blossom

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Montana State Flower: Bitterroot

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A2Z Challenge: G


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Today’s letter is the 7th of our alphabet! It’s the grand letter G:D In my series for the A 2 Z April Challenge, I’m posting flowers, particularly the ones Home to North America.

Georgia would be our next state flower to marvel at lol.

This is the Cherokee Rose. You can read more about the state HERE.

Image by yamada* via Flickr Creative Commons

#100WW: week 114

Challenge Fail 😂🤣🐝

This lovely image is credited to the challenge originator Bikurgurl:D Click here to read more about this weekly challenge.

Charlie rode freely, wind brushing through his attractive golden locks. Two wheel therapy was exactly what he needed. The open air filled him with life and extracted the week’s negativity. The temperature was perfect: breezy and 75 degrees.

These country backroads were the paths of his childhood. He remembered one particular Summer early evening. His buddies, Eric and Jay, dared him to race.

The three lined at the starting point. Sarah made a countdown, and of they went. The race ended with Jay bumping a bee hive.

“Pain in the ass, Jay?” Charlie chuckled.

Jay gave him the middle finger.

What To Write


Journaling is an excellent way to sort through your thoughts and evaluate your growth process. It allows you to better understand yourself, demonstrating your patterns, triggers, and habits. You are able to adjust accordingly.

Here are a few images that provide examples of questions and topics that may help. You can find these and many more resources on my Pinterest board: My Namastè 365 Online

Time To Write: Animal


In response to Rachel Poli’s Time to Write weekly prompt.

Aggression was his dominate character.

His eyes Never but dark charcoal black.

Impatiently creeping Into a state of intolerance,

He Moves in, one paw in front of the other.

A hunter, ravishing the prey, barely pausing to breathe.

Success, the Last of the suffering creature died.

He is the dominant ANIMAL

Opposites Attract #11


The Haunted Wordsmith’s challenge, Opposites Attract, words are the follow:

Today’s word:


He had it all: a triple Master’s Degree, the latest model of five different sports cars, a yhatt that holds 500 people. He was an idle, one who fans glorify.

As he sat in the lawn chair, he thought back to his Senior year of High School.

“Wow! What a catch.” Coach Lasseter announced as Kelvin, and a few other players came from the locker room.

” Thanks Coach! It was pretty lit.” Kelvin added.

It was the third quarter, a minute and a half left. Jason Grim tossed Kel the ball. There was a guy to the front left of him. Kel caught it, whipped to the right, out of reach of the apponent. He ran 75 yards, to score the winning touch down.

This was the familiar scene of the last six years. Since seventh grade, Kelvin has worked and practiced to perfect his talent. Winning that game had made all his efforts pay off.

It was the third game in the playoffs. The Bears and the Hornets were tie. Both teams played an excellent game, and Jason had the ball.

Kelvin got up from the chair and walked to the kitchen. He’s gained a comfortable lifestyle, married a wonderful woman, and given three beautiful children. He’s always remained humble, though; his momma taught him better.

100 Word Wednesday


100Written for BikurGurl’s 100 Word Wednesday Challenge

Every year, on Memorial Day, Jimmy and his Uncle Frank went fishing. Frank was an Army Vet of 36 years, and fishing was always his chance for relaxation.

The men were carrying on, enjoying laughs, down old route 116, when they heard a sudden spine tingling scream. It was a woman’s voice, and she needed help!

Immediately, in the quick pull off, the two men hurdled out of the old station wagon. They practically fell on their faces trying to get to the area where she frightfully hung.

” Hello Ms, hold on!!” Jimmy shouted.” We’ll get you up here, safely.”

New Direction


My heart never stops. Fighting the confusion, I try my best to find the roots of my problems. So often they’re buried deep in the darkness; I can’t get to them without pain. Thankfully, I resist the urge to ” just be ok ” and keep going. Change doesn’t happen in comfort zones. In order to prevent repetition, I must face that which has a grip on me, now. Recently, it’s been a dash of insecurity, a small change in conversation, and to many hormones.

I’m out of the ghostly wood, where the haunting lies stab my vulnerability. On to this road in front of me. The road, lit by hope and promise. The road that reflects the blessings in my life.

Rain Drops


Taken from The Pelky Sisters Blog, found HERE 😀

It all happened on a Sunday, and I wasn’t ready. The rain drops were heavy, soaking the lawns of the neighborhood. The meteorologist warned of such weather, and the residents took precautions. Around seven o’clock, as the street lights began to come on, something happened. Unexplainably, the drops of rain turned into skittles, and covered everything. The children squeeled with utter delight. Nothing about this made sense, but I love skittles. I didn’t care about logic.

Where Your Soul Goes


This is the prompt for Go Dig Go Cafè’s 03/05/19 Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge. I understand this is a super late submission; however, I felt the inspiration to write. I’m adding a bit more to this since the energy feels strongly active.

Continue reading “Where Your Soul Goes”



The trauma was like lidocaine;

Numbed the feeling of pain.

She walked through the motions,

Without expectations and notion,

To be happy again, or the

Belief this nightmare will end.

One foot followed the other,

One day after another.

Then it happened,

The pain felt less,

She had less mess.

She decided to go out,

Walk out and about.

She met a few friends,

And felt interested again.

Healing process takes time,

Most of all, for the mind.

The Basics


The elemental foundation is a necessity for all else to suceed. It’s the brick that all else depends; and it’s that which builds strength and endurance. Without it, the holes will weaken the sustenance of the goal, and it’ll crumble.

Why is it that so many major corporations don’t understand this concept? Every right hand should understand the basics. Every left hand should, too. Everyone should be working towards the same goal. Every employee should be trained in the process. Every individual should be aware of how their position affects the rest of the process.

You’d think this was rocket science.

This has been formulated for the Word of the Day Challenge 😀 You can read more about it HERE 😀

Dialogue Prompt Challenge

Good Luck 😀 Have Fun

I am devilishly curious🤪 What took you there in the first place? Why can’t you just behave? Are you human or a new life form? Creature perhaps? Is this reality? Some bizarre dream from eating to much chocolate before bed?

* Please keep your response under 250 words. I can’t wait to read them. *

Most importantly, Have Fun

* Anyone, who feels inspired, can participate. Please tag your post #NDPC

  (<u>⬆️ IMPORTANT, so I don't miss reading your</u>s)

RonovanWrites #243


This is being formulated for Ronovan’s #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry #Prompt #Challenge. You can read more about it HERE. He has provided two words that must be used: swim and float

Swim, baby girl, swim.

Circular motion, that’s it.

Now, relax and float.

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Letting Her Grow

Letting Her Grow

Formulated for The Sunday Photo Fiction 😀 You can read about it HERE.
Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr

Robin was a single mom to three grown young ladies. When her youngest was just 18 months, the girls’ father ran off with some sleezy French chunky chic. He met her at one of the an doctors conventions in New Zealand.

Though, without a doubt, the task of parenting these girls alone was tough, the priceless moments made everything worth while.

Today, Jasmine, the 18 year old ambitious spring flower, was taking the train to upstate NY for school. She’s a beginning freshman, and she is beyond ready to begin this adventure.

” Ok, you ready?” Robin asked her precious babe.

” As ready as I’m going to be!” Jasmine declared.

” Please be careful. As soon as you step off the train, please call me.”

” Of course, I know how you worry. Try and relax mommy, everything is going to be fine. We’ll Facetime later this evening, ok? Jasmine continued.

” Alright. I love you Sweetheart!” Robin finally added.

” I love you most!” Jasmine replied, embracing her mom for a tight hug.

They’ve always been close. Robin felt so grateful in that moment.

(200 words)

Story Starter Challenge

Follow the Birds

Formulated for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Prompt Follow the Birds 🦢

” Agnus, where are we? Somehow we’ve strayed from the group. Did I make a wrong turn? Why didn’t you tell me? What if they don’t recognize we’re gone? ”

” Oh John, breathe honey, before you have an anxiety attack. Look, there! The rest of the group is just on the otherside of that bend. Just follow the birds, John, just follow the birds.”

John chuckled, her sweetness mixed with a pinch of sarcastic humor is only one of a million reasons why he loved her so.

In Other Words Challenge


Patricia has challenged followers to ” write a story of poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word invisible.” You can read more about her “In Other Words” Challenge by clicking HERE.

Invisible wounds teach us to judge less.

War Heroes suffer with PTSD.

A lady is paranoid to walk alone.

New mothers’ feel incapable and overwelmed.

Kindness extends the grace that so many of us really need.

Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers

Photo Credit: Jean L Hays Photo Credit: Jean L Hays. Chosen for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge. You can read more about this by clicking on the image.

Those old dusty roads,

Birthed from years and years of travelers.

Passing through Thoreau, NM.

The Red Mountain Market and Deli sat on the main

road through town.

As Josh crept past the old store, he smiled from the bittersweet memories of him and his grandfather.

One particular weekend, Clint Eastwood made an appearance. He had heard they had the best organic cattle cuts in all of West United States.

He remembered another story; his grandfather met Bob Livingston. It was one of Josh’s favorite.

Time just got too expensive. Time aged his grandfather. Josh had to close the store.

{100 words}

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My 7 Favorite Things

Handcrafted with love

Yay 😁😁



  1. Link back and thank the person who tagged you. Stu over @ Something To Stu Over
  2. Link back and thank the blogger who started the tag. That was Beth.
  3. List and picture at least seven of your favorite things.
  4. Tag at least seven people.
  5. List the rules.

🌸My Favorite Things🌸

My Girls

Kindness {Kindness cards I made last night:)}

My Washer & Dryer. You don’t appreciate these till you have two girls and are a single mom.

Adult Coloring Apps

My boyfriend

My Readers

Makeup/Beauty Products

Let’s go with:


Mina R

Stuart France

My Inner MishMash

Happiness Buffet


A Touch of Gilead

Mystery History


This is the chosen image 🙂 It’s been chosen from Pixabay, and I feel in love with it as soon as I saw it.

  • The challenge is to write a piece of historical fiction about it. There’s a
    • 150 word limit
      Try not to use the words tree & green.
      Tag 3 people to use the same genre of writing and this photo to create a post.
    <li>I can't wait to see what you stories you create :D</li><u>Let's start with these lovely bloggers</u>
    1. Fandango: This, That, and The Other
    2. Sadje: Keep it alive
    3. Lolsys’ Library
    4. Laura: lauravent69
    5. Paula: Light Motifs II
    6. John: The Eclectic Contrarian
    7. Kat: like mercury colliding
    8. A Creative PTSD Gal
    9. Roy: A Guy Called Bloke
    10. Violet: Thru Violet’s Lentz



    For an INFJ,

    Who feels what others do (Empath)

    And lives with every sense amplified to it’s strongest range… (HSP)

    LIFE can be overwhelming, sometimes. It was for me, January 24th, 2019 I looked him in the eyes and “knew” before I knew details. My intuition speaks volumes above what most humans hear. I knew we needed to stay in that date night. I knew I wanted and needed alone time with him. I know I didn’t want to “share his time” with anyone that night (and if we were out, that would include complete strangers.)

    The following Monday, he was hospitalized with a medical condition we’d been monitoring. Without so much as “I’m being transported to Mayo Clinic.” In the 3rd day in, I went from knowing this change was coming, to finally hearing the specific details. He needed to do what was best for him, and I needed to support that.

    I’d been in situations before, where he’s be gone for a month or so… But, it wasn’t rarely due to a medical condition. He requested this transfer, and it was one of THE BEST facilities for him in the country.

    We kept in touch over this past several weeks. He grew stronger and remained so patient with me (haha bc I’m quite a handful when I go hysteric!) and his doctors. He spent time progressively, always working towards being someone better.

    In the meantime, I was here, coping the best way I knew how… In silent prayer, battling my mind, mothering and nurturing my, and finally myself.

    This past weekend, I sat in my bubble bath spa music resonating, and I felt myself “just be!”… Only to find out my Darlin is coming home today.

    People cope the very best they can. It’s not our place to be angry because they aren’t satisfying our desire to communicate. It’s not right for us to judge them in their silence, for we don’t know what they’re dealing with… Strength sometimes is only enough to get out of bed and do the very minimum.

    I’ve achieved a few more goals this past month. God’s blessed me with a man that has taught me more than he’ll ever know. I feel at peace right now. He and I did this Together. We got through this challenge together. I’m so damn proud of him!! I’m equally proud of myself.

    ” There’s no growth in comfort zones; therefore, we should embrace the pain and accept the challenges. “

    ~ Nova


    Typical Tourists


    Kat Myrman’s “Twittering Tales #124” Her challenges are pictorial and so fun! Check them out by clicking the link above. Photo by Gavilla @

    ” The Trade Center Towers memorial is 350 kilometers past that bus stop, mate!” Geraghty emphasizes.

    ” Oh poppycock! That isn’t even a bus stop,” Omar followed,” It’s a trash can. Put your glasses on.” Geraghty chuckled a bit, while searching for his bifocals.

    ” Ah, lad, you’re right. I see now that it is a stop sign.” Geraghty commented.

    ” Yesh!” Omar whispered. ” Franz, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier is there, to the left of The Washington Monument.

    The problem that kept repeating; however, is that drivers were on the left side of the street.

    🤪Yeah I’m struggling to get mine in the 280 character/word limit!

    A Few Didactic Cinquains

    New writing style

    Inspired by Light Motifs II’s Didactic Cinquain

    Written for Abigail’s Challenge

    Idea originated here: Tao Talk


    5-Line Poem Challenge


    Line 1 = one single word = NOUN
    Line 2 = two words that describe that noun = ADJECTIVES
    Line 3 = three words that express action and end in -ing= VERBS
    Line 4 = a four-word phrase about the way the noun makes you feel = PHRASE
    Line 5 = a synonym of the initial noun = NOUN

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