She arranged the tiles
Spelling a triple point word
Scrabble was her game!
~kat 28 November 2015
TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge. This week’s word: “tile”. I put a little twist on the theme. Read more HERE.
Reflections on a Shapeshifting Leaf
While sitting on my porch this morning I caught glimpse of a single leaf clinging to a fragile tree limb that had magically shapeshifted herself into a bird. Can you see it?
I had to smile. I get it. We humans do our own shapeshifting of sorts. The inevitable fading of our youth often motivates us to attempt to delay the aging process. We slather creams on our faces to soften our wrinkles, apply color to our graying manes, squint our way through the morning paper rather than don bifocals, and make silly, age inappropriate fashion statements.
But as I reflected on my friend, the leaf-bird, I couldn’t help thinking. Maybe it’s time to stop clinging to the tree. To spread those wings. To ride the wind. To loop and twirl in glorious freedom and joie de vivre. A spring and summer spent bursting with life deserves this final hurrah! Through it all she weathered storms, sheltered hatchlings, danced in the sun and added her sparkling voice to the wind swept chorus of her sister leaves. That leaf, like me, has one magnificent dance left to dance!
And I am reminded in this moment to embrace my smile lines. They are evidence of a happy life. And my furrowed brow lines too, for I have weathered many storms and survived. Grateful am I for bifocals that help sharpen my view…and keep me from bumping into things. And oh how I love my comfortable clothes…bright colorful sweaters and stretchy blue jeans that loosely drape my softening body, and also my practical flat shoes.
There is wisdom in embracing each season of life…to settling into autumn and relishing in that final hurrah still left in me. Oh yes! This is my season to let loose in unabashed confidence. To appreciate all that has brought me to this place of authenticity. Winter may be coming, but for now the wind is calling me to dance and it’s going to be fabulous!
Oh…and a disclaimer…I may still indulge in coloring my hair…but not the blond of my youth. This season definitely calls for red!😊
kat – 28 November 2015
Memory – A Six Word Story Challenge
Thanks to Nicola Aukland of a SometimesStellarSytoryteller for this week’s Six Word Story Challenge. The prompt is “Memory”. To read more stories or enter your own, click HERE. Here’s my story…
Dementia slowly, insidiously, devoured her mind.kat – 28 November 2015
Oops…Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku…I can explain…
Some may see my tardy entry for this week’s word of the day haiku as a symptom. But I assure you that I managed to be out and about on Black Friday midday, not at the crack of dawn, and if you must know, my mission was to obtain necessities for my dear pets…dog food, cat food and the like. I do admit that I couldn’t resist picking up several toys…they were on SALE and Christmas is coming after all. But that doesn’t make me an oniomaniac does it? I only shopped at one store…really…well, maybe two…or was it three!!!? At any rate, here’s my haiku! Happy Weekend to you!
Oniomaniacs’ Holiday
Nocturnal creatures
Some oniomaniacs
Worship Black Friday!kat – 28 November 2015
(A day late…and a few dollars short!)
This haiku is a weekly challenge to myself based on Dictionary.com’s Friday Word of the Day.
Fear of Flying
It was irrational. Meg knew it was. Silly really. Millions of people do this every day. For business…and pleasure. Though she took no pleasure in the thought of boarding a 200 foot tube of steel and launching through the atmosphere…without a net. She had managed to avoid air travel for most of her adult life. Trains, buses and automobiles were perfectly adequate forms of transportation. Until now.
Her best friend had the audacity to plan a destination wedding, with the added insult of asking Meg to be Maid of Honor. (I would enter an expletive here beginning with “B” and ending with “tch”, with an exclamation point! but our challenge host Ronovan has asked us to keep it PG.) At any rate, Meg was not happy with her friend!
She had packed all the essentials for the long flight in her carry-on. Dramamine, chewing gum, a good book of fiction and a book of easy sudoku puzzles, Dramamine, one of those travel neck pillows, ear plugs, an iPod loaded with relaxing music, a sleep mask, Dramamine, twizzlers and an extra pair of underwear (just in case).
Checking in went smoothly. She opted for a window seat (for the lean against the wall feature…not the view), strapped herself in, closed her eyes and tried to breathe as sweat beads popped from the pores on her brow and upper lip.
“You can do this, Meg…” She told herself. A few seconds later the plane was ascending to its cruising altitude. Chewing gum nervously, ears popping, Meg exhaled a sigh of relief. She had even managed to dose off a bit.
Suddenly, the seatbelt sign flashed, alarms dinging, and the captain made a rare announcement from the cockpit. “Ladies and gentleman, I am asking that everyone remain seated with seat belts securely fastened. This includes the flight crew. We’re heading into a storm and some heavy turbulence.
The plane dropped what felt like several hundred feet. Lurched up, tossed to the right, then tilted to the left. Meg clutched the armrests, white-knuckled, for the next hour.
Mercifully, they made it through the storm and even managed to land on time. Meg’s friend was waiting for her at the gate, with wedding planning on her mind. There was so much to do!
And the only thing on Meg’s mind? How in the world would she get back home!
kat ~ 27 November 2015
Challenge #3 from RonovanWrites! This week with a photo prompt. Thanks Ronovan for hosting. If you would like to read more stories or participate click HERE.
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