Tag: imagination

Wonderment

Writers need to keep every snippet of wonderment they can muster. 🧚🏽‍♀️🦄 That’s where the diamonds are buried.

Imagination Helps

I so miss my fireflies, but these will do for now. Special thanks to Linda G. Hill for posting the above photo at #1linerWeds. (Top image is from my hand and mind)      

Do You Like Children?

Not everyone does, you know. Some adults think that those little human “beans” should sprout somewhere else, anywhere but in their close proximity. Yes, children are loud and can irritate and inflame every nerve to the point where anti-inflamatories don’t work. Children are curious…

Ah, Those Mentors Who Have Not Been Touched by the Absolute

I decided to look up one of my favorite words along with my favorite poet. Here’s what I got: What? Emily Dickinson hasn’t posted anything within 14 days?? And then I thought of how we rekindle our own imaginations – through the eyes of…

What If and Why Not?

Befuddled, bewildered and baffled am I to think that my house cannot live in the sky I’d open my windows each morning at dawn and wave to the birds as they proudly flap on I’d puff up the clouds that create my front yard…

More Colors, Please

If we funnel our time and energies into being creative, we will see more colors. And, we will have more fun! art by CD-W via Funnel  

Back in Bad Ass Grandma’s hometown …

… her granddaughter smiles. “Mom, when will Bad Ass Grandma come back from her vacation?” “What’s so funny?”   “Thinking about what she did. She lifted one leg over something I couldn’t see then ran round and round while bouncing up and down.” “Why…

THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN HAS HANDRAILS!

I’m glad. Who knows? I might need them when the time comes. I also happened to notice a lot of cigarette butts on the steps. Guess some folks listening to Led Zeppelin wanted a last smoke before entering through the pearly gates. As you…

Can you feel Her? Can you see Her in the stone?

She is an old, old woman full of grace but wisdom more She rocks within her sinewed arms a child from long before. She serves as a reminder (Through an image made of stone) those passed are not forgotten, thus we never are alone.

What Grandma Says

(I left out some pictures to tickle your imagination) Grandma says she visits Mollybird land. But Grandma is silly. She plays in the sand. She hops in a chair, I see her eyes glisten She tells me to sit down and carefully listen. “There’s…