Its miniature perfection enriches life. It sits there, innocent, unknowingly holding power to tempt and seduce. The smell reminds you of heaven and the lure of creamy, melt-in-your mouth goodness brings with it visions of a brief moment of ecstasy. You make excuses. The darker, the better. It’s good for the heart, the brain, your blood sugar. It is the knight in dark armor who will use his antioxidant weapon to combat the evils of cancer and age. Perhaps, you think, this small pleasurable creation can even save your soul. Then you step on the scale. Pure evil.
04 Dec 2012 15 Comments
29 Oct 2012 21 Comments
Today Julia gave the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups with a little reluctance, but asked us to “ create a recipe of a dish fit for a witch.” I chose to take a slightly different approach, since I: a) prefer the image of witch as related to Wicca and b) am very concerned about my father who has Alzheimer’s and just went into the hospital today. I decided to use the concept of healing herbs for my “recipe” and found this website as a reference. Julia, I hope you understand. Please visit the challenge for other entries.
Gather thee, sisters three
to use the power of magic that heals
A dash of rosemary
a sprinkle of dill
combat many different ills.
Oregano to disinfect
Cayenne to relieve pain.
Cilantro washes toxins out
Mint to calm digestive strain.
fights evil disease that strips away dignity.
Parsley protects our bodies plumbing
to improve health for one more day.
Sprinkle basil for additional aid
add a pinch of ginger to keep sickness away.
Stir it into a special brew
Mixed with words of prayer and love
Add the mixture to any meal
Let those who suffer
23 Oct 2012 16 Comments
This weeks challenge at Julia’s place made me wax a little poetic and melancholy.
What if this was your last year to live?
Will the days speed by even faster?
Will you feel each moment as a special gift?
Will you yearn more for the past?
Will you see each day with brand new eyes?
Spring might seem fresh and daring
a rush of melting-water sighs
a saucy breeze filled with birds who sing.
Summer heat will melt away
concerns about the future
each lazy water-and-flower filled day
making every moment richer.
The flaming fall of crisp red leaves
will warm the fading senses
filled with love one cannot see . . .
And the winter will bring silence
25 Sep 2012 22 Comments
One’s soul can be found
in far-reaching heights
where the silence of the wind
the dream-crushing cry
so sublime it sings
one achieves perfect
perception of what is . . .
indeed . . .
One step towards
brings us one breath closer
to a world
where dreams exist
and everything is possible.
Fear of haphazard gusts
or the fragility
of standing near the edge
doesn’t stop the
Each agonized step
forces unused muscles to dream
faceless voices that say
The end reveals true
19 Sep 2012 13 Comments
So I changed the tense and the wording of this week’s challenge phrase ” . . . as the apple fell . . . “? What can I say, I’m a rebel. Be sure to check out other people’s submissions.
Her hands grasp rough tree bark, limbs seeking support to climb toward the crystal sky. Bright apples dangling below don’t challenge the determined picker. They call for immediate consumption, sweet juices dripping down chins and hands creating finger-licking fun. The climber strives to reach the perfect specimen –ruby red, with only the slightest touch of green. A flawless fruit, large enough to fill the empty spaces but small enough to maintain the delicate combination of sweet and sour she craves. As she stretches toward her prize a hungry breeze claims it first. “The search continues,” she says as she watches the apple fall.
12 Sep 2012 20 Comments
It’s been a while since I contributed to Julia’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, but this week I couldn’t resist trying to make a sentence that represents some of the craziness in my life at the moment. Enjoy and visit other people’s contributions at Julia’s Place.
As the nights become cooler, the leaves begin to change color, crisp smells stimulate and scintillate and September brings with it the need for returning to a routine, I wonder “what routine” in a wandering minstrel life filled with: work here, work there, project here, project there, dream here, dream there, constant movement between point A and point B, teach here in the morning, teach in another state three hours later, put on the chauffeur cap in the afternoon for dance classes, the parent cap to supervise homework, in between find moments to exercise to write to dream, and to pursue future possibilities.
16 Jul 2012 39 Comments
I have to thank Julia for the challenge this week, because I have been completely blocked, but as usual her challenge broke through a little. Please visit other people’s contribution, and join the challenge yourself.
The rain turned the road into a river, and washed away any possibility of return. Rebecca did not care. She pulled her hood off and looked up, allowing the chilly drops to cleanse away the memories. Someday, she was sure, they would rebuild the road, but she would be long gone. Thanks to the storm, not even the Tracker would be able to follow. Every trace of her departure would be washed away down the road. They might even think that the flood had swallowed her. Rebecca smiled as she covered her head again, and turned away from the flood toward her destiny ahead.
02 Jul 2012 15 Comments
Psst! I’ll tell you what really happened, but keep it quiet. I was lying around pampering myself when I thought something small ran past me. I leapt into action. When I landed on the counter, my tail hit something hard and wobbly. Crash! Suddenly the entire area was covered by white powder. It would take hours to clean my fur. At least I got the last laugh, after the dog started howling at my expense. Stupid animal doesn’t know about proper tongue bathing. It was easy to let him take the blame.
25 Jun 2012 19 Comments
You can’t escape your roots. My mother lived her life serving others with a song and a smile, even when hindered by a magic spell that turned her into a teapot. She made those difficult years a joy for me, despite the annoying chip in my rim and the handle on my side. She was overjoyed when our master, the Beast found his Beauty and fell in love, not only because it meant we could take on our human form. The memories of the spell haunted me, so I left the castle to find my own way to serve. The memories still remain.
19 Jun 2012 29 Comments
It has been a while since I have participated in Julia’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, but this weeks challenge ”… in the dark recess of my mind ..” seemed to speak to the journey I have been on lately. Be sure to visit the challenge for other people’s entries.
Confronting the Darkness
“You can’t,” whispers a creature, hidden in the darkness. I can feel the freezing touch of its leathery wings, and the tickle as it haunts my thoughts. “You will fail,” it taunts me, fetid breath poisoning my thoughts, weighing me down with impossibility. I try to break its hold, banish it from the dark recess of my mind, but it is a sneaky creature, sometimes appearing in a gentler guise. A glistening black fairy with feathery wings, lulling me into a sense of possibility, dangling dreams in front of me before pulling them away with a cruel tinkling laugh. The only answer lies in writing the light.