Doorway to the unknown,

I turn the doorknob with trembling fingers,

Dreams to realize,

My heart in need of trusting,

Walking into a new life

Woven in my mind for many years,

I continue to walk,

View all that is around me,

My accomplishments, setbacks, and joys

And my spirit is renewed.



On the days when hospitality seems to be forgotten

by those I meet through out the day,

When my emotions have been covered by inches of snow

for many days, maybe more,

I  go for a long walk in the park.

Birds chirping, sun shining,

I remind myself of all that is good in the world.

It is in nature where I am recharged

and am able to plug into that part of me where quiet resides.

It is then, when I can go home uncover the layers of snow,

and write of all that has been unsaid,

all that has been uncovered,

all that has been laid bare.





Inspired by….

RDP Tuesday: Snow

Word of the day challenge : Hospitality




Maybe it was genetic or maybe it was a curse given to an ancestor and passed down generation after generation . But he , like his father, could see things “abstractly” as his Dad would say. Like seeing things upside down in a crystal ball, he could see thru emotions and lies. But he saw things he didn’t want to see. The game of life did not come easy to him. Until one Friday night, when he chose to see it as a gift, to see life as a gift. After that night the world seemed different, more colorful and  glorious, and he was at peace.






Ragtime Daily Prompts: friday

Daily Writing Challenge: top photo

Friday Fictioneers: bottom above, by Jeff Arnold

fandango’s fowc : abstract

Walking down the trail

Walking down the trail,

on a cloudy day,

with a gentle wind as her companion,

grateful for her moments of solitude in nature,

and grateful for this day,

she reminisces on her youth.


Then smiles at the memory of her free-spirited self

sharing a laugh with  good friends

around a campfire.


Wonders when her little one will loose her desire

to have tantrums a few times a week,

and what kind of woman she will grow up to be.


Then her thoughts wander to her own future.

What will it be like?

Will it continue to be like this hiking trail, with all its curves and hills?

Or will it be nice and smooth like a walk on a sandy beach?

Or maybe a little of both?

Either way she knows all will be well.






Daily writing Challenge: free, gentle, young

Ragtag Daily Prompt: loose

Fandango’s FOWC : tantrum

Thursday Photo Prompt : photo above, by Sue Vincent