The Wonder of Water

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Bubbling fountains, growing gardens,
Washed-out roads.
Stringy dog drool, solidified litter boxes,
The gifts of power and light.

Liquid diamonds tumble down desert ditches.
Complex Crystals powder-sugar the pines,
Spring rains whisper lullabies by which we sleep.

Lakes, ponds, rivers, and oceans
safe within their boundaries.
Deluges, floods, and avalanches
endanger us when they’re not.

Wet and gentle, dripping from a deer’s lips.
Wild and wicked: tearing the Edmund Fitzgerald in half.

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Water.
Hard enough to walk on,
Deep enough to drown in.

The Windows in My House.

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I love a house with many windows. The light flows in. The framed view expands my inner sanctum. The pictures change with the seasons. At times, I want to stay in and observe the bluster from a warm, dry spot. Other times the living picture bids me, “Enter. Live. Experience.”

Every window in my house has a different view. The east portrays the San Isabel Mountain Range and breath-taking, pink and blue sunrises. To the west, I watch deer drink from a blue tub in the pines. The north side shows me the barn and my white horses against the dry, brown dirt. The Sangre de Cristo Mountains, to the south, close my days with amazing, purple sunsets.

Friends are like windows. I love the perspectives they bring into my life. I rearrange my paradigms based on their insights, and expand my own thinking through theirs. They see a beauty I had not noticed, or experienced a pain so severe it makes me bleed – and I want to hide in my inner sanctum – but the trust in their sharing is real, touching my soul with the beauty wrought by their personal agony.

We are all windows for others. Our realities are ours alone. Even in our sharing, personalization by the listener changes the reality as it is aired. It is the gift of humans to relate our experiences and perspectives, to share, to grow, and to become … more.

May your house be blessed with many windows.

That First Valentine

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That First Valentine

Was there ever a love so deep and so true,
as the one you gave your first Valentine to?
Was there ever a love so kind and so sweet,
as the one who kissed you as you fell sleep?

Remember the one who wiped away tears,
the one you thought would stay through the years?
Remember the warmth that lived in your heart,
that was healing and kind, right from the start?

First loves are the best.

Thanks, Mom, I’ll love you forever.  XOXO

The Magic in Ordinary

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A blond three-year-old boy,

a red and black, bloodhound pup,

a fat, black cat,

and an old, white horse

amble past my living room window.

The boy whacks at weeds with his stick,

the puppy grabs at the stick, dodging whacks,

the cat follows, tail up, above the shenanigans,

and the old white horse follows along for the company.

The four friends disappear from my window,

to continue their bonding in the warm, autumn sun,

making memories that live only in the subconscious.

Until, years later, an image triggers a vague memory

of long-forgotten, four-legged friends,

in another warm, autumn sun,

of sweet camaraderie between the species,

and the sun’s kiss on my neck, for a blessing.

Life & Times/Interrupted

In August Fred had cancer surgery on his face. After a pretty tight face-lift, they thought they got it all. However … they recommended that, after he healed up, he still get radiation, daily for five weeks.

So, 2017 ended on a rough note, but 2018 is here and we are getting back on track.

In search of an escape from the post-radiation-stress, daughter-in-law, Jennifer, and I wrote a fun Children’s Christmas story. We like it so well, we hope to get it polished and published, and make it available for the public for next year’s holiday.

Not only did I have fun writing that wee story, I have an idea for a sequel (or is it pre-quel?) The main character of this children’s series is my new Bloodhound/Pomeranian cross puppy and … wait for it … His birthday is April 1st.  😀

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Demons & Peeves

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We all have demons and peeves. We battle them continually. Reading and writing are unique ways, or tools we use, to wage our war. Naming our demons reduces their power. Sharing our tactics and encouraging one another are also tools.

One of my demons is depression. (Did you know that depression is becoming a national epidemic?) Recovery programs have been amazing tools for me. Today I signed up to become a facilitator for a Depression Recovery Program for my area.

Our battles are never won, but we can hold our ground when we have the skills we need to fight. Why would we not share our tactics and tools in the battle we wage? There is strength in numbers … but only if there is acceptance and sharing among us.

The names may vary – depression, alcoholism, codependence, drugs, (plug in your demon here) – but the enemies are judgment, ignorance and isolation.

We are not alone. If we pull together, in recognition and grace, we can rise above the darkness that threatens to suck us under … and hold the ground we have won.

Never give up.

Ani

Mr Binks

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Welcome Mr. Binks to my writing staff. In this picture, he is munching a piece of potato as I puddle along on my keyboard. Ratties make great desk pets. They are quiet and often comical. Snuggling with Mr. Binks is great relief from”frayed brain” (aka: writer’s block). I find the companionship of his warm little body, asleep in my hoodie, encouraging as I peck away at my stories.

Mr Binks is my fifth and most charming rat. I usually have two at a time, but Mr. Binks came as a single unit. It may be why he is so charming …. He is the first rat I’ve ever taken to the vet (and that is saying a lot, because I am a total cheapskate.)

Here’s a fun fact for you: did you know that rats are the most popular pet (sold by pet stores) for twelve year old girls? (and, apparently, some 60-year-old female authors.)

Do you have something concrete, in your writing environment, that makes it more enjoyable? If so, what is it?

Write on,

Ani