I walk the trail,
Lost in thought.
Like the autumn leaves that fall,
I let go of the past.
I release my Soul…..
This sets me Free.
Free To Grow,
Free To Breath,
Free To Be.
Morning Light Paints The Sky
Fiery Orange and Yellow.
Marsh Water Is All Aglow
In The Reflected Light.
Earth and Sky
Awaken, In A Blaze Of Glorious Color.
Day 20 of Writing 101 is here! This has been an enlightening little journey for me. It pushed me to step out of my comfort zone and dig deep inside myself, to search and find my words. For a quote hound like myself, finding my voice and using my own words is huge. I’m finishing this ‘course’ feeling accomplished and even a bit proud of myself.
I appreciate those of you who stopped by and liked, commented and critiqued.
And a big Thank You to……………
………..for all your time and effort to help us along!!!!
Writing 101 Day 18: Compose a series of anecdotes…….giving this my best shot. I’m out of my comfort zone with this one!! Since its Thanksgiving tomorrow……..
Thanksgiving Turkey Through My Senses…
Sight: I have to admit, your nothing to look at when we first get you home. That pasty complexion, doesn’t do much for the eyes. But….after hours of cooking….Oh what a beautiful sight to behold. Your golden brown breast, your legs, your wings….crispy skin waiting for me.
But the sight of family around the table….priceless. The memories of past Thanksgivings with my children are all the more precious now that I don’t see them for the Holiday.
Smell: The aroma of the turkey cooking says home. It’s comforting. It says the Holidays are upon us! It’s says we’re gonna eat Soon!!
Hearing: All I hear are the sighs of Yummmmmmmm. “It smells so good!” “Is it time to eat yet?” Then all you hear is the sound of chewing, along with more sighs, and the occasional “oh this is so good!” Later on it’ll be “I’m ready for a nap!”
Touch: Mr. Turkey, you feel like rubber. But I massage you with all kinds of goodness, making sure not to miss a spot……….☺️
As a child, we couldn’t wait to get our hands on the turkey leg…and after it had a chance to dry out, the wishbone!!! We’d each grab our end, close our eyes tight, make that wish….and pull!!!!
Taste: And after feasting on the turkey with our four other senses, it’s time to Eat!!! As a child, it was the crispy skin we wanted, then the legs..no white meat for us. As an adult, I still want the skin and I do indulge, a little. I no longer long for the leg, it’s the wings I’m after !!
I’m about the turkey sandwiches as leftovers….nothing beats a turkey sandwich with Hellmanns Mayo,,my stuffing and cranberry sauce….Now We’re Talking Yummmmmmmmmmm!!’
Our assignment for Writing 101 Day 16 is MINE YOUR OWN MATERIAL. Imagine a shopper searching for vintage items at a flea market, or an artist using recycled materials to build a sculpture. Can you dig through your online treasures and build upon old stories and existing writing?
Every morning, while sipping my coffee, I start my online rounds. One of the things I enjoy checking is the On This Day feature on FB. It lets me revisit my past posts on this day, taking me as far back as to my humble FB beginnings in 2009. I have used some of my past statuses in my blogs before, so this isn’t to far of a stretch for me. This was the quote I used on this day a few years ago…..
“This instant—this one now—is always your life’s beginning, a fresh chance to start living your destiny.” ~Unknown~
I decided to pair it with this photograph I took the other day while on my Soul Stroll. This instant of this leaf’s life was to share its autumnal color and beauty with me. It’s nearing its end yet Is this the leaf’s final destiny?! I don’t think so, for through decomposition it will continue to live on, giving its nutrients to the soil.
I choose to live my life NOW. I’ve lived in the past, and quite honestly, that really sucked. Reliving and rehashing old wounds, the shoulda, woulda, coulda’s wasn’t going to help me or change the past. As for living for the future, waiting for that something better to happen or come along while life passes you by..been there done that to. The best thing I ever did for myself was to give myself permission to live my life in the present. I Embrace the gift of my NOW and appreciate this moment. I’m Living my life moment to moment, minute by minute, with a grateful heart. What is my destiny? I’m open to the journey, one moment at a time.
Writing 101 Day 13: play with word count. This is new to me, so I chose to go with 2-50 word stories….
I awoke before the sun. The wind was blowing in the early morning darkness. I could hear the rustling of marsh grasses, and the early morning bird song. The world was slowly awakening, moment by moment. The sky was getting lighter, and I could hear secrets Whispered On The Wind.
With the rising of the sun, a new day has started. In the early morning light, I can see the grasses swaying and dancing with the wind. Back and forth they move as one. I see their caresses, I hear their song, being sung on the Whispers On The Wind.
By Tom Merriman
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