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Psychic Rustic Fairy Wears Elastic Waistbands While Avoiding Toxic People and Recycling Plastic (It must be SoCS)

SOC winner 2017

Here’s Linda’s prompt for today:

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-ic or -ical.” Find a word that uses the suffix “-ic” or “-ical.” Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!”

A list is developing in my head, and since we’re not supposed to plan much in the world of Stream of Consciousness, I better get to writing this post early.

The first word that came to me was psychic. I think I have some psychic ability. Maybe we all do, but business gets in the way. Or maybe it helps, like when I can’t find where I put something and tell my body to take me to it. I find the thing I misplaced when I’m not thinking in a linear or logical (bonus points!) way. I don’t know if that’s psychic. There’s probably a psychological (bonus points!) reason for psychic ability. But lets not ignore the spiritual realm, in fact lets, honor it. I’ve gotten vibes from beyond a few times.

Toxic. I’m trying to limit my contact with toxic people or situations. They might even be people I love. But I have to be careful not to become a recluse. Nah, that’s not going to happen. I do volunteer work and my husband will get me out of the house. But I do love to be home in my house or in my backyard when it’s not so hot and the mosquitoes  aren’t attacking me. I try to blow them off, but lately they’re getting on my nerves. I have to admit, I’ve smacked some of them when they get in my house. Facebook has been toxic to me recently, so I’m limiting my time there. I even set my phone timer one day for ten minutes and went to 15.

Elastic. I have come to appreciate elastic waist bands. More than I ever thought I would. Elastic waist bands are the bomb.

Rustic is my decorating style, with a touch of fairy dust. Rustic fairy, yep, that’s my style. It comes from my childhood tomboy  (though I don’t really like that word anymore so much) and my enjoyment of enchanted sparkle, butterflies, and the forest. Hope I’m not making you sick. Oh, well, too bad. This is my blog and that’s what I like.

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Plastic. Now lets get serious for a moment. Plastic is a problem. Can you imagine life without plastic? I’m going to try. Some countries and cities are going to ban plastic. That’s okay with me. It will be a process. I wouldn’t mind friendly nudges. I almost never use plastic straws, unless I forget to say, “no straw,” and the person puts a straw in my smoothie with the paper wrapper on the top of the straw. I didn’t get mad last time that happened because I had gotten a gelato sample a few seconds earlier. I sometimes remember to bring my own reusable plastic cup or container from the Chinese food place. PLEASE stop with the styrofoam!  At least plastic is recyclable. So please recycle plastic!

The Saturday Stream of Consciousness is brought to you by Linda G. Hill. For more streams, visit:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/08/17/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-18-18/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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The Path to Freedom (Inspired by a Morning Dream)

Technology pathway into the forest (2)

Walking through gray halls

My daughter and I look for a way out

Not yet frantic.

“There goes your old boss,” she says.

“He just went around that corner.”

“He must be presenting at the workshop,” I reply.

I coulda been a presenter.

But I wanted freedom.

 

Up ahead are steel doors.

We push through to the sunlight,

Take a left turn, and climb up out of concrete walls.

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We can walk on the pavement and risk traffic

Or  walk on the path beside the road

Leading to narrow ledges

Beside dark pools with lily pads.

That wouldn’t be so hard,

knowing we’re good swimmers

In case we fall off.

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So we choose the narrow path

Leading us along mountain overlooks

With steep drop offs – scary but beautiful.

We long for the mountains, my daughter and I.

There’s fence to keep us from falling over the edge.

But what if the fence ends?

 

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(I’ve been fantasizing about a mountain home. Yet I don’t want to have to drive on twisty, steep roads.  Freedom often asks for a certain amount of courage.  Adventure calls!)

 


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Sunset Skies

I’ll be cutting back on my blogging over the next couple of weeks to give more time to family,  household projects, and writing. But I still plan to drop in for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Good News Tuesday.

Here are some photos I took this month at the inlet.

Happy Summer!
clouds in pnk over dunes

Yeah, I might have enhanced this color just a little.

dune shadows

I always wanted long legs. Ta da!

Dave and osprey in clouds

I believe that’s an osprey up in the clouds.

bird incoming

A Black Skimmer Coming back to the Sanctuary

pink clouds and line of sea oats

Sea Oats Waving in the Breeze

sea oats on sand dune at dusk

Yes, I really like sea oats.

pink clouds and matching wave lines

I like how the lines in the water and sky compliment each other.

pink dancing tornado cloud

This cloud reminds me of a tornado. But it’s not.

sunset PINK with yellow

I did not enhance these last two.  This is how the sky looked!

sunset scarlet with bird

You never know what God’s going to paint in the sky to say, “I love you.”

 


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#WATWB: Making Affordable, Whimsical Houses out of Recycled Materials

We Are The World Blogfest in white

Dan Phillips not only builds whimsical houses. He builds them out of 80 to 90% recycled/free/salvaged materials. He hires only unskilled labor to train them. And he targets under-served populations for home ownership – single parents, low-income families, and artists.

Wouldn’t it be great if more people made houses this way? I hope you enjoy this video. Dan is an interesting guy.

We Are the World Blog Fest happens on the last Friday of each month and seeks to promote positive news stories (big or small) that go beyond religion or politics.   For more information, visit:

http://www.damyantiwrites.com/we-are-the-world-blogfest/


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Braving the Elements

It was not just another day at the beach. The water looked a little rough. But a few people were out battling the breakers. I stood in the surf, studying the wave patterns. I love swimming. When I was 18, I swam in March all the way out to the end of the pier. But this June evening 44 years later, I wasn’t sure I was up a challenge. Was I chicken? Or maybe I just didn’t feel like being tossed around and scraped on the sandy bottom. A person could break their neck.

Disappointed, I plodded back to the blanket while my sweetheart meditated with his feet planted firmly in the wet sand.

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I didn’t have to prove anything to anybody, I told myself. If I didn’t feel like fighting the current, that was okay. I should trust my own judgment. David came to join me, being supportive, wanting me safe. We could see a rip current to the north. He’s a flyer, not a swimmer, though I have no doubt that if I was in trouble, he’d jump in and save me.

Ten minutes later, I looked at the ocean. People were swimming. Not many, but some. Yes, they were younger than me. But the ocean loves me. And I love the ocean. The water seemed a little calmer. I got up and walked a few yards south, then turned toward the waves. There was a break. I went for it. Got past the breakers and swam a few strokes. Maybe I wanted to prove something to myself.

The undertow pulled hard. Okay, that’s enough, said the ocean, or maybe it was my guardian angel. There was another break in the waves, and I scampered back up on the beach without getting knocked down. Feeling energized. Feeling strong. Not chicken.

Within minutes, the sky grew dark to the north. Was that lightening?

beach houses and lightening

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The storm reached out over the ocean…

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…sending a cool blast of air charged with energy. Was it a warning? Or an enticement to stay and watch the show?

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lightening

 

The storm crossed in front us traveling along the horizon

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and chased the remaining swimmers ashore with her dragon head.

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Then, the sun came came from behind

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…and nudged her out to sea.

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A warm breeze said the show was almost over,

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So we headed home.

sunset after the storm

 

 


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Great Spirit

SOC winner 2017

Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is “reservation.” It’s got me in a serious mood for the moment. I’m thinking about American Indians in the US being pushed aside and forced to live on reservations. In my high school English class we had to read, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. I’m glad we did because we need to know what happened.   There are a couple of horrible scenes from that book that remain with me these 44 years later. How can it be that long? How can it be that what happened on the Trail of Tears is not talked about much anymore in the news. Yes, it’s history. But that is where my mind is going. It was such an injustice. Poverty and hardship still weigh heavily on the natives of my country. I am sorry.

Reservations can be made for something better. A better world may come if we create it. If we can. And we can, because anything is possible. Sometimes I want to hide and sometimes I want to change the world in small ways, making ripples of hope and kindness. I can get caught up in looking for log cabins in the mountains to reserve for escape. I suppose we need balance – working to make things better and taking care of ourselves – are both necessary.

Singing helps me. Years ago, I learned some Native American chants in a meditation class. I found this one in my beloved Earth Prayers book later. This is how I learned it:

Where we sit is holy

Holy is the ground

Forest, Mountain, River

Listen to the sound.

Great Spirit circle

All around us.

Holy is the ground. Let us reserve and preserve the forest, mountains, and rivers in the way our Creator made them. Creator, Great Spirit, God, Goddess – I believe they are all the same. Let us find our common ground for that is holy. Our common ground can save us. Great Spirit circle all around us.

 

For more Streams of Consciousness, please visit:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/06/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-16-18

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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Update: Gratitude, Books, and Bees

First, I want to let you know how much I appreciate you, my followers and readers. Sometime in May, I passed 2000 followers! What a surprise! It seems these things happen when I’m not watching the numbers. I wish I could read every post of every follower, and while that might be possible, life calls me to a variety of responsibilities and adventures. I do enjoy learning about people from all over the world as we share our ideas, hopes and dreams. Thank you for your patience and your support!

♥ ♥ ♥

Next up, my story, “I Almost Gave Up on Romance,” is now available in

The Miracle of Love. 

Chicken Soup cover The Miracle of Love

I’d submitted stories to Chicken Soup for the Soul twice before, but they weren’t accepted. Another reminder to persevere!  As I begin reading The Miracle of Love, I’m finding the stories rejuvenating and easy-to-read.

If you’d like the juicy (and mostly clean) details of my story, just click on my book, Trust the Timing, up on the right side bar for more information.

 

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And now to the BEES!

A little while ago I mentioned about the bees in the wall at my church and our plan to bring them to our backyard. It took a couple of weeks to get everything ready including putting up a fence around the bee area to keep Doodle out. Then we had to wait for the rain to stop. During that waiting, David noticed fewer bees coming out of holes in the brick and wondered if they’d “swarmed” to a new location.

On Monday, he opened up the wall while I handed him stuff and took pictures.

Dave up the ladder

Dave reaches into the wall

Once David opened up another section of wall, he discovered there were only a only few hundred bees and no brood. Most hives have several thousand bees. The original hive had swarmed. The bees present were likely “robber” bees from another hive attracted to the remaining honey. I prefer to think of them as scavenger bees doing a job.

Dave studying bees

David vacuumed the bees out of the wall with a very gentle vacuum he built himself.  The inside of the hose was smooth which is extremely important for bee survival. I’d been worried about this common procedure, but it worked.

Since this collection of bees was not really a hive (there was no queen), David decided to let them go. When he opened the box outside, hundreds of bees immediately flew away – hopefully to their own hive. A small group hung around getting their bearings, but went home before dark.

Being an aspiring vegan, I’m not 100% comfortable with this whole process, though it is interesting. David, who jokes about being allergic to fun, greatly enjoys working with bees. He had fun even though he didn’t get to bring home a hive. So I’m supporting him in this interest and learning a lot about bees myself. Besides, the  bees could not stay in our church wall, especially since our music director is allergic to them. The more I learn about bees, the more I appreciate them. As pollinators, they are part of a wonderful system and responsible for most of the food we eat.

Here’s a moving video about compassion for one special bee.