Navigating life through grandparenthood, chronic illness, dream work, and other inspirations
Narrow this road
into deepening woods
intrigue commands exploration
(For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: narrow.)
Despite Ric’s protest that the light is not good, I take the camera and drive to the river. It’s February, traditionally a sunless month. I need to get out.
The sky is heavy and grey, clouds undefinable. Still, the sun makes his presence known, as if he too is tired of the somber mood. I pull over to take a photo.
A large bird flies overhead – an eagle. Flocks of Canada Geese line the river banks, Mallards among them. A pair of Common Mergansers float past.
I take very few pictures, content to feel the cool air on my face, offering a silent prayer to the sun that he stay strong, keep persisting.
Soon these trees will be ripe with buds and the thrill of migrating birds. I can wait.
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Let’s evoke the power of the sun this week, with images, poems, and stories to warm us up.
Look forward to your responses.
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Got to get me some of that juice!
Some of my favourite lines from this week’s prompt (credited in order):
Superciliousness
unforgettable forgotten
new and improved
starving for identity
a subtle manipulation
Reena Saxena
Eugi’s Causerie
I Write Her
parallax
Sgeoil
Thanks to all who participated. See you tomorrow for a new challenge.
Cold and grey
these Winter days,
I search for a sign,
a line that leads
beyond this dismay.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: vanishing or leading lines.
Love abounds with
four-footeds around
Those eyes that watch
our every move,
speak volumes
(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: eyes.)
Product Placement Unintentional
My shampoo is soft,
sensitive with rose petals –
his is fortified,
extra fresh – blind purchases,
both conditioned.
A tanka inspired in the shower.
Too much I say! Products invading
my creativity.
Hope you have fun with this one.
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I didn’t dare to even whisper it. I shifted the computer screen to Ric’s line of vision, and left it there, open for him to comment. Or not.
You see, we’d applied to adopt two dogs – Havanese crosses, ages two and ten months – and been turned down by the rescue agency, as I said they would not be allowed to sleep in our bed.
“These dogs needs to be near their people at all times,” the agency advised.
Ric wanted to argue the point, but I felt it was useless. We were up against serious bureaucracy.
We’d decided to stop looking for a bit. Maybe go away for a short vacation; try again when we returned.
Call it intuition, or impulse, but I decided to look one more time on kijiji, and there it was: two dogs, bonded, needing a new home. It was the picture of the seven-year-old Morkie that filled the screen.
“Where is he?” Ric asked.
“Half an hour away. There are two. The other is a Havanese/poodle. Five years old.”
“Did you message them?”
“No. I wondered if you might.”
We visited them Friday morning with our granddaughter in tow.
After an hour, I dared to whisper the question to Pippi – obviously the team leader – “Do you want to come home with us?”
The rest is, as they say, history – glorious, heart-warming history.
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Thanks to all who participated this week. A whisper carries many implications, from fun or suggestive, to menacing or insightful. I think we covered it all.
Father’s Boom, Sgeoil
Future Revolutions, Reena Saxena
Sweet Everythings, I Write Her
Because, parallax
Last Words, RIVRVLOGR
Angel on My Shoulder, Stuff and what if…
Whispering Wind, oneletterUP
If Only…, radhikasreflection
See you tomorrow for a new challenge.
