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?!?!?! 😄

My Magic Moments

Over at The Sandbox, for week 26 we’re asked the following…it’s actual a two-fer if we’re so inclined to dig along!!

                                What makes life magical?

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          What would your perfectly magical day be like?

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Im combining the two cause that just how I roll…..
To answer the first question, “What makes life magical?” My response at this moment in my life was being and spending time with Jim. The magical moments of my life were moments, that when added up, equate to 14 years of a magical journey with the man I love.

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Magic was meeting someone, who for all intent and purposes, was NOT my idea of who I would or should be with.
Magic was that first, unexpected kiss. Magic was the torrential rainstorm we got caught up in after our wedding. Magic was that amazing blanket of comfortable silence that wrapped us when we were together.

Magic was packing our bags and moving to another state with $400 in our pockets, no jobs but lots of dreams.

Magic was living out that dream, by the beach
Magic was all those mimosa sunrises we were blessed to witness together.
Magic was living as much of a lifetime as we could in the time we were allotted.

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My Magic was and Is Loving Jim.

As for the second question, “What would your perfectly magical day be like?”
My Perfect Day would be to spend just one more day with Jim, on the beach, from sun up till sun down. Mimosas in the morning, cooking breakfast on the Coleman stove set out on the tailgate of our truck. Fishing lines casted out. The beach entirely to ourselves. A skinny dip. Talking, laughing, loving.

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Raw oysters and beer in the late afternoon…long walk on the beach talking and reminiscing. More laughing, more loving.

Sun is setting…cuddled up around a small fire on the beach. I’m breathing in his scent knowing he has to go back. No words need to be spoken now. Tears do begin to silently fall, he brushes mine away, I brush his away. And then, my Magical Day slips away into the darkness, riding the waves to eternity. All the while We Know. Our Love is Forever. ❤

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Top photo via Pixabay

B&Wphoto via Reddit

My Memories Became Dreams…My Dreams Became Memories…..He Misses Me….

As a widow, holding on to my memories is paramount to my healing…helping to make this journey as positive one as I can muster under the circumstances.

Jims visits in my dreams don’t come often, so when he he does decide to make an appearance I feel incredibly Blessed. He paid me a visit last night……

My Memories Became Dreams..My Dreams Became Memories…

You came to me in

a dream last night…

It’s been a while

since I saw there….

You were sitting at the table

Real as could be….

Smiling,

it all became clear.

No words were spoken.

They weren’t needed,

for I could ‘read’ it all in your eyes.

They ‘said’,

“I AM Always With You,

I WILL Always Love You,

and I know you’re not surprised….”

Upon my lips,

You placed a gentle lingering kiss…

Leading me to KNOW

THAT I TOO, AM MISSED.

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Saturday Sound Bites…..The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of

Jumping on board with Lady Calen over at Impromptu Promptlings and her Saturday Sound Bites once again. This weeks theme……DREAMS

List five big dreams that haven’t come true yet…

See My Jim Again

Publishing my book

Buying that ranch and 1000 acres somewhere in Wyoming as a safe haven for the wild mustangs

Visit Ireland

Be a National Geographic Photographer

Ranch photo via Pixaby

Ireland Photo via Pixabay

He Brings Me Peanut Butter 🥜

Ok…..so…. Woke up from a dream..and before I could ‘lose’ it, I jotted this down at 2:54 this morning….It may not make sense to some of you….but those who know me know I have a slight love addiction to peanut butter……actually Jim and I always said we are as close as Peanut Butter & Jelly on squishy Wonder Bread 😊🥜 

You died

You used your key

Unlocked the door

I looked at Kristen

I yelled who is that

You replied, your husband

We got up

You walked in

Carrying a jar of chunky PB (blue cap)

I was crying

Saying How?

You died

You were opening the jar on the counter

You looked at me and said

I guess Linda’s husband came back

Because she loved him so much

I started to cry……

I woke up…..

And I smiled …. and thought

We’re a couple of nuts 😜🥜

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I even wrote a poem about my love for PB


Ode To Peanut Butter


I eat you in the morning,

In the afternoon,

Anytime of day,

Your good upon a spoon…


Spread you on apples,

On Celery sticks

Or bread…

Your peanutty goodness

Goes right to my head….


Your my protein of choice

Whenever I need a snack

With a piece of deep dark chocolate 

Yumminess I never lack….


If you haven’t quite guessed it

Peanut butter makes me swoon

Whether I’m eating a PB &J

Or eating it off a great big spoon!!! 


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