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#SoCS: The Wedding Dress Prank and Other Imaginings



Today’s prompt for SoCS is “dress.” But first, isn’t that a beautiful badge? Congratulations to Shelley!  Are those drops of water just peeking down into the grass? Are they going to fall? Doesn’t matter. It’s a moment captured in time, in the stream of consciousness, but it suggests movement. Dancing even. Which brings us back to the dress. A dress a raindrop might wear while suspended on a blade of grass. Wow, that photo sure is inspiring me.

The dress. I wrote about my wedding dress in my book, Trust the Timing. I had taken it to the hotel room where my girlfriends were staying two days before the wedding, because the dress was big and my house was, and is, small, and I didn’t want David to see it of course. My girlfriends from high school were staying at the beach. They had a balcony where you could see the ocean.  One of my girlfriends called me – or I called them, I don’t remember –  but Terry, she had terrible news. She told me they had been playing with the dress on the balcony and the wind grabbed it and took it away. It was somewhere out on the ocean. She was so sorry. Of course I didn’t believe them. Not really. One of the girlfriends was snorting a laugh but said she was crying because the dress was gone. They kept it up for quite a while. But of course it was just a prank. The dress was safe and sound. Here’s what it looked like on my wedding day.

Bride & Groom framed by doors

Aw.  It’s funny that when I was a kid, I hated wearing dresses. I wore jeans all the time in my teens and twenties. Now, jeans feel stiff and uncomfortable. I’d much rather wear a long dress, a skirt with and elastic waist, or yoga pants – stretchy pants I wouldn’t be caught dead in back in high school.

Dressing up for Halloween was one of my favorite things back in the days of my youth. In my twenties and even in my thirties, I’d dress up as mother nature or something with moss on my head. It’s been years since I dressed up for Halloween, but I’m tempted to do something just for fun.  I used to want to dress up as Glinda, the good witch from the Wizard of Oz, but so far, that hasn’t happened. What if I crossed Glinda with Mother Nature? I think I’d have some kind of a crown and blow bubbles. Green shoes and lots of sparkles. The dress would be green and gold. Maybe green and amber. Very flowy. Oh, maybe my crown would be a wreath of ivy or flowers. I just stopped for a minute and looked on line for a Glinda meets Mother Nature dress. None of them matched my imagination.  That’s okay.  Sometimes imagination is enough.

What would you dress up as if you could dress up as anything you wanted?

Oh, and here’s an angel in a green dress that I painted a few years ago.

Angel in a green dress on white

Better an angel in a green dress than a devil with a blue dress. That was a song. I don’t think I liked it much. Damn. Can’t end on that note. Sometimes the stream forks off into a bog. Let’s turn around and paddle back to that question:

What or who would you like to dress up as?

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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!


Old Soul Mountains

In high school and beyond, I listened to John Denver sing, “Rocky Mountain High,” over and over. I sang along with him and longed for the Rockies with the feeling that that’s where I belonged. Yet, after all these years, I’ve still never seen the Rockies in person.

Living on the east coast for most of my life, I’ve settled for visits to the Appalachians. I love them, because they are mountains. But I’d always felt like they weren’t quite enough. Like they weren’t the real deal, until last weekend.

My friend and I spent Labor Day weekend in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. On the first morning, I woke early to a lovely sunrise.

Saturday Sunrise

By mid-day, the sun brightened the crisp blue sky as we hiked a moderately difficult  trail on Beech Mountain.  The waterfall gleamed like silver flowing over smooth rock and fed a creek who’s cool water tasted cleaner than any I can remember.


Later that day, I shared my longing for the Colorado Rockies with my friend who is well traveled. She talked about how the Rockies don’t have the tree coverage of the Appalachians and about how Colorado had become heavily “developed.” I remembered John Denver singing about “more people, more scars upon the land.”

My friend reminded me that the Appalachian Mountains are much older than the Rockies though they used to be at least as grand. Time has weathered the eastern mountains into gentler slopes covered by a rolling blanket of green and smokey blue.



I started to wonder if maybe these gentle old soul mountains are just as good as the Rockies. They may not be as dramatic, but they sing their own sweet song. My heart sings in their presence, like John Denver sang in “Country Roads,”

“Life is old there, older than the trees…”

On our second evening in the mountains, we went up to Oz.


A prosperous amusement park in the 70s, The Land of Oz is now open for a couple designated weekends in the summer and fall. No one was home, but we peered through a mysterious locked gate at the glowing yellow brick road, and I imagined skipping off to see the wizard, and meeting Glinda, or being Glinda, since I’ve always wanted to play her character.




Then I sat on a hill near the Oz bridge and thought about how there’s no place like home, and how nice it is to live in a state that has mountains on one end and the ocean on the other….



….and I watched the most magnificent sunset I’ve ever seen in my life.




I still want to visit the Rockies, but now I know

I am exactly where I belong.

There’s no place like home.