Flavorful is not the chip in front of me.
It is seeing the knowledge in my great-grandmother’s eyes as she looks down
It is the power of her fingers holding up my whole arm
It is knowing that, in touching her hand, I feel a lifetime of experiences
It is the insightfulness I discover when she speaks to me
It is the feel of a tongue that speaks words of wisdom
Flavorful is the kiss from her lips that says, “I love you.”
Compared to these things, the chip has no flavor at all.
Daily word prompt: Flavorful
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 guess, I didn’t climb the stairs. I still have a lot of blogging to do. 🙂
Trap me! (Yes, I dare you)
in deceptive woven lace
woo me with your splendor
inside that dark, confining space
Sing me love songs, buy me jewels
rubies, silver, gold
make your smile seem bona fide
and all the truth? Withhold!
But know this
Just when you thought you’ve caught me
in luring ropes, beware!
look closer in your tangled web
You’ll find it’s empty there
(Photo and poetry by C. Dennis-Willingham)
If told to cast the first stone
do you think that I’d obey?
Scar another person
just to please the crowd’s melee?
Those who dress in daily judgement
long in tongue, they criticize
and peel the souls of others,
while cloaked in self-disguise.
Is there any single person
who has never romped astray?
No, I did not think so.
And no, I won’t obey.
A creek with flowing water,
a place to sit beneath the Oaks
A better use of stones.
Author’s note: Photos taken and words written while waiting for my husband to come out of eye surgery. (He’s fine) 🙂
daily prompt: Disobey
top photo credit
Play a soothing, encouraging song – like this one
Give a sad smile –
Offer a shoulder to lean on –
Reach out and hold a hand –
Sit closer –
Give a warm hug –
Unless we lost someone or were there on 9/11, we will never be able to completely empathize with the victims nor their families. All we can do now is to remind them that …
Sympathy– Daily word prompt
Weekly Photo Prompt: Waiting to park. Image taken from the car’s rear-view camera.
Funny how, when a friend comes to town, you experience your home city with new eyes. So, when my friend Derick came to town, I broke my routine and did something I hadn’t done in a long while.
We hiked up Mount Bonnell, and viewed the Austin skyline.
Then off to Contemporary Austin Laguna Gloria to visit nature and sculptures. And nature through sculptures.
We followed the paths …
And discovered a beautiful mermaid …
and a renewed passion for nature.
Oh, and as a friend once told me in Florence, NEVER FORGET TO LOOK UP!
Is this a puppy asleep on a couch, OR
a moon through an open curtain?
The same photo from a different perspective
The same “fact” with opposing views
No wonder it’s difficult to convince others of what WE believe is true.
It is rumored that Native Americans never “saw” the “invisible” European ships coming toward them, that it was too “alien” to their experiences for their minds to grasp the concept.
There’s a more obvious answer for the odd times when Cook’s ship didn’t spur a reaction from people on the shore. While we can’t disprove the extraordinary notion that the ships were indeed invisible, I think the more prosaic solution is that the natives were living on the edge of survival, and that anything that wasn’t a threat or didn’t contribute to their well-being could be safely ignored.
And as panhandlers and wheelchair users can tell you, just because you’re ignored doesn’t mean you’re invisible.