Dragonfly by Fleetwood Mac

Stumbled upon this this by accident….

 

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And when the roses are half-bud soft flowers
And lovely as the king of flies has come
It was a fleeting visit, all too brief
In three short minutes, he had been and gone

He rested there upon an apple leaf
A gorgeous opal crown sat on his head
Although the garden is a lovely place
Was it worthy of so fine a guest

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh

 

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My Absence Explained..Sorta. Dealing With Florence

It seems I’ve been neglecting my WP Blog and those I follow the last few weeks. Quite honestly, I’ve been feeling/dealing with a shift of sorts. I know the fact that I’m coming up on Jim’s 2 year Angelversary is a part of it. My emotional state of being is all over the place right now……..I’ve found ‘my tribe’ so to speak in a widow/widowers MeetUp group from Raleigh. Through the group I’m making friends who get it and fully understand the ups and downs of this journey…….the cool and exciting thing is I’m helping them as much and they’re helping me. I’m exploring the possibility of setting up a writing therapy session amongst us and our weekly coffee/lunch dates…these thoughts and ideas are still in their infancy, but I’m excited about them……

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Now, as some of you may know, I moved here to North Carolina 17 months ago. We’re in the midst of dealing with this storm named Florence…   

As a steady rain continues to fall here in my neck of the woods, my thoughts and prayers are with all my fellow Carolinians who have been seriously impacted by this storm.

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As of this moment, I am still spared any damage or inconvenience, and for that I am so very Grateful. Though I refused to openly admit going into this, my first real storm since Jim died, I was/am frightened. As the forecast for us changed(s), I decided to stay put and ride the storm out at home. My concern of course were and are my trees. Surrounded as I am by them, I continue to hope and pray that as the ground softens with all this rain, they will stay  grounded and rooted..they do of course pose a danger, yet the tree lover in me can’t help but hold on to her Faith that they will remain standing to watch over me…

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The rain still falls….tornado and flood watches continue to pop up……I walk my property, hope and pray for the best.

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We All Are…..

A week ago, my writing coach Carol messaged me a challenge. She was waiting to see what I’d come up with in reference to a sketch one of my fellow participants drew for her. Not only is he a writer, but this guy can draw and paint like there is no tomorrow…..he drew this for Carol after  only just meeting all of us, from memory!!! 

 

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So with that Challenge planted firmly in my head, I turned in for the night, only to find I couldn’t get these two words out of my head, so I jotted them down….diversity and tapestry.

When I woke, I pondered these words, trying to put something together……all it took was a hot shower..by the time I got out of the shower it had written itself!!! 

 CHALLENGE MET!!! 👊

Seven of us came together,
As different as different can be.
Around that table sat
An abundance of diversity…..

With…..

A common goal we shared.
To tap into our creativity…

We came in as individuals.
With ideas in our heads.
Of what we hoped to accomplish
To help us move ahead…

Little did we know,
By the end of this retreat,
Our ideas of who and what we are
Would expand dramatically…

All our threads of differences
Began to entwine,
To form a Beautiful tapestry,
Of strength and hope Divine…
We came as individuals
We left there so much more….

For……

We all are writers, we all are artists
We all are coaches and we All are Believers……
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St. Francis Prayer Center

It’s been a full week since I attended the #writepublishpromote writers incentive retreat. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the entire experience. I wanted to share the grounds the retreat was held at. St. Francis Springs Prayer Centerproved to be the ideal place for me to be. The peaceful serene setting truly is a healing place. The fact that Saint Francis was my favorite Patron Saint as a little girl was not lost to the adult ‘child’ I am now 😊

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I was excited there was a labyrinth on the grounds. I’d always wanted to stroll one….Early morning Soul-Strolls walking the labyrinth is how I started each morning.

A small waterfall was also on the grounds……there was no denying the positive energy my entire being was absorbing….

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Of course I was surrounded by the ‘Dear Old Ones’ 💚🌳

And here’s a small sampling of the art work that caught my eye. Yep, there is a certain rhythm to these 😊🌳

All-In-All this was not, at least for me, just a Writing Incentive Retreat. This truly was a Spiritual Awakening as well. I’m still having a hard time finding the words to describe it all. Writers Block?!?! How’s that for irony?!?!? Was on a writers retreat and I’m at a loss for words…but I know they will come!!!!!

Creative Hunger

This week in The Sandbox Writing Challenge    

Roberta Allen wants to know:

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WHAT DO YOU HUNGER FOR?

And we’re not just talking about food here. What is there in your life that you feel you need to sustain you, or would help to sustain you — it may just be wishful thinking, but identifying that need is a crucial, pivotal point in our dreams and desires. Can’t wait to see what you come up with this week!

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Though this weeks Challenge was presented to us last week, I’m just now getting to it, and I do believe there was a reason I procrastinated, albeit unconsciously.

I went away for the weekend and attended my very first retreat.The facilitator of this particular retreat was a friend, the purpose, writing.

#writepublishpromote has been a dream of Carols. A dream she brought to life. When I decided to commit to this weekend, it was with a bit, ok, A Lot of trepidation at first. Am I really a writer?!? Am I good enough to even call myself that?!? Was I worth the investment?!?! I decided I was…..and I Am!!

Like a sponge ( or for the sake of this prompt, like a big ole piece of bread soaking up all the yummy gravy in the bottom of the bowl!) I soaked up Carol’s knowledge…..

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I spent time with crazy talented, creative people. We shared and played off of each other’s creativity. We even had Santa Clause in the mix…….I’m hungry for more time with these amazing people. We met on Friday as strangers….we shared 6 meals together and hours of our words, and thoughts, and ideas. We came together as strangers and departed family. What a gift to be a part of this first writers group. Can’t wait for the reunion 😊

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I’m hungry for more words to be written…….more photos to be taken…more pictures to be painted…..I’m finding my creative appetite to be insatiable. Guess I need to get my butt in gear and start feeding it huh?!?!?! 😄