Posts Tagged ‘life’

The fog blanketed the trees as I made my way along the trail, alone in the wood. Different than my past river trail run along the Deschutes, but just as satisfying, I jogged watching my breath puff out before me adding to the mystic of the morning. The temperature hung just above freezing and ice clung to the evergreen limbs lining the path.


Ice and fog, like a frigid shroud.

Eerie or peaceful, depending on your perspective.

Huh. The key to life discovered on a morning jog, and isn’t that just the way of the world?

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Life is full of change. It’s unavoidable, inevitable—like death and taxes—something we all must face. However it’s not ‘change’ that’s of interest, it’s how each of us deal with said change that truly matters. Do we fight it kicking and screaming, edge into it slowly while gripping the past tightly? Or do we embrace it, move on and grow?

What does this have to do with my website? As you can see, there’s a long gap between this post and the last. Why? Well changes of course. So, you may be asking yourself, which way did I respond? Never one to do anything halfway, I decided to go for all the above. Not all at once, but in stages. This led to a long gap of non productivity while I tried to cope, not an approach I would recommend to anyone else.

So finally here I am, back to my website and my writing. Embracing the change in my life and funneling it into creativity. Sorry it took me so long

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming….

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Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:


“It’s happening! Grab the cup.” The Priestess said, knowing The Tears of Aramaya only flow once a cycle, renewal and rebirth.

The acolyte, head bowed, lowered the chalice beneath the sacred root bulb.

“Plunk, Plunk, Plunk.”

He collected them until the flow stopped, turning to her, cup upraised. “Drink my mistress, and let us renew the world.”

She gripped the chalice, her hands over his, and drank the waters of life.

Once drained, she drew him near, for she held the water, he the seed. Looking at the youth of his body, she thanked the Goddess old Germaine had died two months back. She took her duties seriously, but some tasks proved harder than others.

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