My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time The best time to search for seashells is after a big storm, after torrential winds and surging waves churn up debris from the ocean floor. Whole shells and a myriad of fragments littered the beach, scattered over the sand like so much discarded chaff. Paisley and Jane walked along the … Continue reading Broken seashells
Amber luminescence filters down through tissue paper bunting. Translucent pennons in hues of russet, gold, ochre and burnt umber tremble in anticipation. The scene seems as if it naturally grew there for just this moment. A beam of soft sunlight illuminates a humble, oaken pew, a message from above, “be still, and know that I … Continue reading Humble, oaken pew
This Saturday, I had a rare chance to spend nearly the entire day with my grown-up daughter. That morning we, along with about 1,000 other people, participated in a community event to help raise awareness for suicide prevention. After the walk, we had a lovely lunch, dining on fresh seafood and mimosas. Then, as we … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Fall
The lake was like glass, the surface so clear, so pristine, it was difficult to tell what was real and what was a reflection. The world turned upside down or flipped right-side up? He stood poised on the end of pier, his toes extended over the edge of the worn, wooded boards. Slowly he raised … Continue reading Upside down
I always tell myself when I have an idea for a story that I’ll remember it, that I don’t have to jot it down. I read a word that tantalizes me and I think, I won’t/can’t forget such a delicious word… but I do. I finally began listening more closely to the voices in my … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Pen
What came before: Capt. Poppy Spector After weeks recuperating from her near-fatal shipwreck, Poppy was finding life in an agrarian settlement a welcome change from the rigid routine of space travel. She was healing in body, mind, and spirit. Once she was feeling stronger, Poppy joined the ovine herders. It was the shearing season and … Continue reading Time is a web
Thin spiral notebook 