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A surprise landing ...

8/30/2020

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There was huffing outside my home office window. Surely not a bear. My common first thought  after having seen one. The sound got louder, but I couldn't identify it. Then it dawned on me. A hot air balloon. They glide by our home often and sometimes the sound of the burners is clear. 

I ran outside and this is what I saw. A balloon had come down next to our home. 
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The pilot explained that the wind had shifted and the street looked like a safe place to land. His riders, a young couple celebrating their first anniversary, thought it all very exciting. 

Soon the neighborhood arrived and all of us pulled on the ropes to hold the balloon down until the carrier truck arrived. Only later did we realize that not one of us wore a mask. 

There's nothing like an unexpected visitor to brighten the morning sun! 
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2021

8/27/2020

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Each week, author Suzanne Burke invites readers to use her photo prompt to write a poem or tell a story. Her Fiction in A Flash Challenge! is now in its 15th week. Perhaps you'd like to participate and if so, just click on the link above to go to Suzanne's website for more information. 

This week's prompt is a photo of the interior of a destroyed home -- windows broken, floors ripped up, walls damaged. It's a haunting image, one that is all too familiar right now. As I focused on the home, I saw children running through its rooms and wondered, yes wondered, about 2021. 


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elections over

we rebuild and gardens bloom

hope is ours again



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A birthday reflection...

8/25/2020

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Sometimes birthdays take us back through the years. We remember that which we thought we had forgotten. Today I share a bit about my past when I was much younger...

I confess to being a child of the Sixties. I know what it is like to dream big. I remember innocence, a time when I thought I could change the world. While a college student in San Francisco, I danced to the Grateful Dead in Golden Gate Park and the Doors at the Fillmore West. When my friends left for Vietnam and did not return, I marched with others to end the war. I carried a flower, offered a song, and followed Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Then the world turned upside down with three assassinations: President John F. Kennedy, Senator Robert F. Kennedy, and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. The streets became angry with lost dreams.

More than fifty years have passed, and we are again facing a pivotal cultural shift. Some march with a cry for racial justice, others riot for unclear ideological ends. Buildings burn, businesses are destroyed, innocents are injured and some die. City streets are violently angry, but I’m not sure why.

When I was in my twenties, I stopped hoping. I had seen too much, felt even more. For years, I ignored Walter Cronkite and David Brinkley, because I didn’t trust what they had to say. As a student of psychology and an eventual counselor, I did a lot of soul searching. There were mountains to climb, rivers to cross and oceans to maneuver. I was not well-equipped to do any of these, but I tried.  

Rather than hopelessness, I feel helplessness these days. Not because of an ill-fated war or racism, rather because I realize that there is nothing I can do to turn the tide on senseless violence. I’m not an elected official. I’m not part of the Police Force or the National Guard. I’m just one of the many who shudders in disbelief at what I see in the streets, one of many who aches for those who have lost their livelihoods, one of the many who cries with the injured and all those who have lost loved ones. Yes, I am one of the quiet many who simply pray for peace.  
More than fifty years have passed since I was in my twenties. I remember the flower I carried and the songs I sang. Now I look at my three sons and daughter and wonder where the time has gone. I'm grateful for each of them. As well, I'm grateful for my beautiful grandchildren.  Together they remind me with their hugs and kisses that someday, yes someday, peace will reign. ♥
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The Call to Action

8/22/2020

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Each week, author Suzanne Burke invites readers to use her photo prompt to write a poem or tell a story. Her Fiction in A Flash Challenge! is now in its 14th week. Perhaps you'd like to participate and if so, just click on the link above to go to Suzanne's website for more information. 

This week's image prompt is of a man reaching up to the sky.   


When I saw the photo, I thought of the four elements: earth, water, air and fire, and decided to write a haiku poem. Haiku is a poetic form that originated in Japan. It has a total of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five. I hope you enjoy it.  
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The Treasured Key

8/15/2020

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Each week, author Suzanne Burke invites readers to use her photo prompt to write a poem or tell a story. Her Fiction in A Flash Challenge! is now in its 13th week. Perhaps you'd like to participate? This week's image prompt is an antique key.   

When I saw the photo of the key, I thought of walking in the woods and discovering this artifact. I superimposed the image on a forest scene and then hiked the imaginary path. A prayer/poem emerged, which I share as my contribution to this week's Fiction in a Flash Challenge.  
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The Midnight Rider

8/12/2020

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Each week, author Suzanne Burke invites readers to use her photo prompt to write a poem or tell a story. Her Fiction in A Flash Challenge! is now in its 12th week. Perhaps you'd like to participate?? The image this week is a clock.   

When I saw the photo, I imagined a train station and decided to superimpose the clock on a station scene. Focusing on the time, I thought of a country rock song. You'll soon discover why.   
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​Midnight Rider
“What’s wrong, Bernie? I came as soon as I could.”

“It’s Sam. He took off tonight.”

“He left—again?”

“Said he had a train to catch.”

“What the hell is wrong with that guy? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I should have expected it. I told him about the baby.”

“And the bastard didn’t give a shit?”

“He said something like, ‘that’s your problem, not mine.’”

“Why do you put up with him? Really! You need to figure this out, Bernie.”

“I know, I know. I just keep thinking he’ll settle down. He’s a good guy down deep.”

“Well—down deep doesn’t cut it. In my book, he’s nothing but a drifter.”

“Do you think that after the baby is born, he’ll…"

“Are you serious? Bernie! We’ve talked about this way too many times.”

“What should I do?”

“To start with, forget Sam. You’ll never catch this midnight rider.”
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Flying high...

8/3/2020

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Each week, author Suzanne Burke invites readers to use her photo prompt to write a poem or tell a story. Her Fiction in A Flash Challenge! is now in its 11th week. Perhaps you'd like to participate?? The image this week is a waterfall.   
When I saw the photo, I imagined flying above the falls and mountains high. I felt the moist breeze and soared in the silence of the trees. My haiku...   
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Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. ―Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning


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