Breathless

What do I ask that is not envisioned The heart of my own spirit fails to speak Words that leave the tongue in indecision A desire within the realm of the weak Why do I question what can be conceived By the response of the one called ruler Is boldness permitted in time of need Or possibility found peculiar A spirit groans at the lack of command Intercedes with courage in muted gaze An understanding of the mighty hand ThatRead more

Don’t Ask…

“If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.” ~Anatole France~ As I write this, I am looking out at an all-day rain and the end of what was an absolutely mouth-watering, life-giving, and rejuvenating stretch of weather in November. I spent four days of this stretch on the bike and when the wind was a little too much or time ran short, I went for a walk. The cordiality of the sun and smiling companion ofRead more

One-Liner Wednesday: Smile

“My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.”  ~R.J. Palacio, from the book Wonder~ Mom was very chipper and talkative on Sunday. It was a stark contrast to when she hardly spoke two sentences to me on her birthday. She was tired then, but not this day. Her first question was, “Are you taking me home?” I answered with, “I’m sorry, not today. I have to go home to Appleton and to work tomorrow. Maybe next week.”Read more

A Blogger’s Soliloquy

Based very loosely on Hamlet’s soliloquy, Act 3, Scene 1 To blog or not to blog, that is an unending question Whether tis nobler with thy fingers type The verbs and pronouns of outrageous silliness, or to flay arms against written emptiness And by doing nothing? To sleep with writer’s block No more, I say, this shall not be an end The heart aches for words in natural ability To consummate a worthy post from flesh Comments to be wished,Read more

What’s a Girl to Do?

It’s been a cold, gray and rainy Sunday. Temps are hovering at 34 F with a sturdy 20 mph SSW wind. So, what’s a girl to do with a dreary, lazy, no-reason-to-play day? The answer is clear. Snuggle under the covers and take a long nap. After the human stops taking photos, of course. And after the girl takes a whiff of the boy and urges him to leave her alone. Any other questions?Read more

Too Many?

Q: Can one human ever take too many photos of the “kids,” the furry beasts? Gibbs answers with, “What? Of course not! I AM Mr. Photogenic…take as many as your rectangular box will hold. Ziva responds with, “What? Again? Go away, I’m trying to nap! One more photo, human, and I’ll extend my claws. A:  Yes, but proceed with caution.Read more

Red Sign Question

Between the effects of going back to work (which equals nine hours away from home each day), putting in a few volunteer hours, and a couple of evenings filled with things to do, there has been no time to write a post. Tonight is no exception as I head to an appointment with the “this-is-not-your-little-sister’s-feel-good” massage therapist. So, with the use of a forgotten photo from a few weeks ago, I simply pose a question… What does this sign sayRead more