My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Morning sunlight flooded the room through the open door. Raeanne hummed along with the robin’s birdsong, a haunting melody of loss and dying. "Come, gentle death, and end my grief; Ye pretty birds ring forth my knell; Let robin redbreast be the chief To bury me, and so farewell."* It was a glorious day. The … Continue reading Pretty birds ring
The story so far… “What happens to Payne when we capture Quentin?” Barlowe said. “Once he’s no longer a host, does he become Payne again? Will he remember anything about being a host?” “I don’t know,” Abigail said. “None of Quentin’s hosts have ever survived to ask.” “One did.” Barlowe felt like he was drowning. … Continue reading Deeds speak louder than words
A strident environment, Unyielding and discordant, The catalyst for metamorphosis triumphant. Transforming archaic beliefs emergent, Their nurtured nature intransigent. Truth will find fulfillment, Regardless of errant agents Undermining change eloquent. Incoherent arguments maleficent, Weak and indefensible, transient. Volume and vitriol add nothing intelligent To a unredeemable comportment. False prophets who deliver abhorrent preachment, Fueling their … Continue reading Convergent
It's the last day of November, and I've successfully completely NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month.) A posting published each day for 30 days, each one including a short list of grateful things. Seemed like an appropriate theme for November. Each post was also much more personal than the majority of my stories. Maybe you learned … Continue reading While I’m here
“It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire” ~ Robert Louis Stevenson I'm not a rich woman. I may never be in a position where I don't have to worry about finances. What I do have, is an appreciation for the priceless treasures … Continue reading Beyond riches
The first four days of this week, were spent prepping for our family Thanksgiving Dinner. I literally cooked and cleaned the entire time… well, I did stop occasionally to sleep, but day-um, I worked hard. In spite of that, it wasn’t too stressful. Not like years past when it was only my little clan. This … Continue reading Extra cheese
Thin spiral notebook 