Remember When……

“To flee to an island, or unexpectedly land on one through chance or sudden good luck, represents a fortuitous twist of fate that is a common dream.”

16 yrs ago today, Jim and I, on a wing and a prayer, and meeting the RIGHT People, jumped off the cliff of uncertainty…..and made the move of a lifetime……we made Chincoteague HOME. What an incredible journey and adventure that life together was. The pieces fell into place, we were welcomed with open arms and became a part of the amazing tapestry that makes Chincoteague so unique…….I’ll be forever grateful for the time we spent there. There’s no doubt that God’s Fingerprints were all over this adventure 🙌

The Inn is no longer standing. The swing bridge’s been dismantled. But Jim lives on in my heart. And I hold tight and am grateful for the memories and the life we shared… Chincoteague will always hold a special place in heart. ❤

Chincoteague Inn
Sunset from the Inn
The old swing bridge

Deciphering A Dream

Anyone out there good at deciphering dreams? If you’ve read anything that I’ve been posting, you would see a pattern. Dealing with loneliness, sadness, letting go, going back, trying to figure out the what, where, when’s and why’s of my life… I know this dream ties in with all that I’m feeling right now. Just curious to get someone’s take on it.

I woke at around 3 a.m. and jotted down what I could remember…

I’m somewhere, with people I don’t know or recognize in my awake life, yet I seem to know them in the dream. The premise that I can basically remember is that I’m the last person of this group (community) holding on to her part of what seems to be a communal dream. Everyone else has let go of their part, but for some reason, I’m holding out, not ready to move on to whatever the next ‘level’ is. The others didn’t seem upset or angry, but seemed vigilant in pressing me to let it go…….

That’s when the cats woke me up…

Photo by pixaby

GDGC Writing Prompt

Im a day late posting Tuesday godoggocafe writing prompt. Better late then never. We’re to use the words control and undermine. Here’s my take….

She’d been through a lot in the last couple of years..

She wore her mask and let everyone think she had it

all under control.

Turned out she was a pretty good actor.

Most believed her. Those who didn’t, well, it’s

easier keeping ones mouth shut then the alternative.

Most don’t want to know the truth.

It all began with Covid.

Any strides she’d made were undermined by the

isolation and loneliness that Covid brought to her.

Until, she had to admit she’d lost herself again.

She was a shell of that person she had worked so hard to become………

Pixaby photo by mprietou

Today’s Daily Prompt: Stealth

To participate in This Daily Prompt, simply a post on your own blog that responds to the prompt. It can be words, images, anything that you like.

She stealthily made her way to their rendezvous …

As she came through to the clearing, she could see him standing there.

Hands in his pockets, he had his back to her, staring out over the lake.

Should she or shouldn’t she proceed?


Photo by Mitrey at Pixaby

Dragonfly Dragonfly

Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in awhile one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more.

Look! said one of the water bugs to another. one of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you think she is going? Up – up – up it slowly went….Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn’t return…

That’s funny! said one water bug to another. Wasn’t she happy here? asked a second… Where do you suppose she went? wondered a third.

No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why.

We promise – they said solemnly.

One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up, he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broke through the surface of the water and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above.

When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn’t believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings…The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly!!

Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were scurrying around, just as he had been doing some time before.

The dragonfly remembered the promise: the next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why. Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water…

I can’t return! he said in dismay. At least, I tried. But I can’t keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I’ll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they’ll understand what has happened to me, and where I went.

~ Doris Stickney ~

Artist Credit : Christian Schloe