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Introduction – Why I’ve Joined Blogging 101

I started playing around with my blog this past January. At the time I had been writing a daily Facebook post on gratitude and had a desire to start a blog but kept putting it off. 
When WordPress offer Blogging 101 in January I decided that was my opportunity to start and do so with guidance.
Well, I did start and I did follow the daily prompts from WordPress (for about 2 weeks). I was still hesitant. I was still afraid of failure, and not feeling as though I had a good enough “theme” to actually write a blog. 
I kept tinkering. I started making a little headway by following the weekly photo challenges and weekly writing challenges. 
When the opportunity resurfaced to complete Zero to Hero blogging 101 I decided it was time to jump in with both feet! 
So here I am, ready to learn from the experts and ready to become a blogger!

Time for Poetry / The Daily Post/ Today

Apparently April is National Poetry Writing Month….I had no idea! I have not written poetry since high school. But I decided recently that I would stop being fearful of exposing my writing to possible criticism, rejection or even approval. So I accepted this challenge from The Daily Post to write a poem….But how do I start?

One of the suggestions was to pick up a book (any book), turn to page 72 and use the first word on the page as the title of the poem….so I did!

Today

Today, freshly made, a new beginning.

Today, gratefully received.

Today, spend it wisely, or laze it away?

Today, focused or sporatic?

Today, a gift no matter how it was spent.

Today, fade to dark.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Monument/ West, TX

The weekly photo challenge is to find a monument, big or small. I have heard it said….”big things come in small packages.” I decided to find a monument with big meaning…even if it was small in stature. 

On April 17, 2013 the West Fertilizer Company exploded. The explosion killed 15 people (12 of those 15 were first responders), injured (at least) 160 people and destroyed 150 buildings including the West Middle School. 

Yesterday, my family and I drove to West, Texas (pop. 2800) to see if they had erected a monument. It also occurred to me the remnants of a spontaneous make-shift monument may still be standing. 
Though I live only an hour from this town, I have never driven beyond the little store, just off the freeway, that sells fresh baked kolaches.

In search for monuments, we drove to the middle of town and took a left. It became obvious right away that we were on the right road. On either side of the road we noticed large empty fields. There are a lot of large fields in Texas but this was different. The fields had no grass, no mesquite trees, no grazing cattle, no life….just dirt and a few mangled fences. 

Then I saw one, a monument. I pulled to the side of the road, jumped out of the car and stared in awe at the simplistic beauty this little monument shared. A wooden stick, with two wooden stars. Each star was painted with a personal note of encouragement and optimism. 
I got back in the car to continue my search. Almost immediately I spotted another star, then another and another. 
The town of West is rebuilding. As we drove through the neighborhood surrounding the explosion area we saw new houses being built and signs of life popping up all around. I have no doubt, with the encouragement of small yet meaningful monuments, that stand proudly along the road, this small Texas town will rebuild and flourish!

 

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Love, Hope is here in West

 

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West Strong

 

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I love West

 

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Hope

 

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Turn scars into stars

The Cat

Pat, pat, pat, he waits.

Pat, pat, pat, he waits.

The vet removed his claws It is no longer easy to wake his mom.

Pat, pat, pat, he waits.

If she does not wake soon, surely he will starve.

Pat, pat, pat, he waits. Pat, pat, pat, he waits. Pat…..

 

Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

Fifty word story….no more, no less than fifty words.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/

 

Weekly Writing Challenge: Time Machine

The writing challenge is time travel.
When and where would I want to be if given the opportunity? Honestly I have considered this question all week and have not come up with an answer. I have spent time thinking of different time periods in the past and I realize there are many times in human history that I would love to visit. But I fear the person I am is not a person that would be welcome in the past.

As a woman, a lesbian, and an outspoken raging liberal I wonder if there is any period of the past that I would survive. I realize I am a creature of my enviroment and maybe if I lived in a different time and place I would conform to their customs and expectations. But as for time travel I’m not sure it would be safe unless I did so as a being that observed without being observed.

I imagine witnessing some great injustice, a human rights abuse of the grandest type. The abuse would be an action considered typical and even expected during the era I visit. But for me it would be atrocious and unspeakable. It would rip into my moral fiber and leave a gaping hole. How could I not speak up and defend the abused? How could I sit quietly by?

I imagine myself being burnt at the stake during the Salem Witch Trials or wearing a pink triangle in a Nazi concentration camp. I see myself infront of a firing squad or hung from a tree. Even if I make a difference in the past I can’t imagine I would survive my own actions. 

I believe I arrived on this earth at the right time. I am interested in the past and intriqued with the future but this is the time for me. This is the time that allows me to live openly and honestly. The fight for equallity continues and there are still many dangers for those of us that live on the margins. But more people are willing to allow for differences and more people are willing to defend the rights of all people. 
Thanks for the invitation…but I will stay here….today!

Weekly Challenge: Writerly Reflections

When did I fall in love with books and writing?

As I reflected on that question my memories immediately drifted to the school library during my elementary years. I’m sure it was not a big room. But I felt as though I could get lost in those stacks. Lost among the many friends, and the many adventures, all surrounding me and protecting me from a world that seemed uncertain. I could spend, what seemed like hours, sitting on the little stool used by students to reach the top shelves, reading about people from the past, places I dreamed of seeing, animals I hoped to own and mysteries I knew I could solve.
During the summer, my best friend and I would ride our bikes to the city library and search through the books to find grand adventures. We spent many summer days living the adventures we read about. We imagined crossing great mountain ranges in the small woods near our home. We sat on a stoop near the center of our small town, watching for the men whose pictures hung in the post office. Our bicycles became Indy cars and our Johnny West Cowboys lived on real ranches.

My love for writing started during those same adventurous years. 4th grade seemed to be the year that I realized my own words could form stories. Our teacher introduced us to haiku. Suddenly my words found order and expression. I found a place to put emotions I did not yet understand. The other moment of awakening happened the same year. The teacher encouraged us to take popular fairy tails and change them to be our own. Wow! Not only did my emotions have a place to rest….my imagination could float around the page and create characters and places.

The most difficult part of realizing how much joy I could gain from writing, was finding the courage to actually write and risk criticism….this I am still working on!

When Did That Happen?

I love the Golden Girls. Recently I was reminded of an episode. (please excuse paraphrasing) Dorothy and Blanche are talking about facial wrinkles. Dorothy explains to Blanche, if you bend at the waste and look at the floor your wrinkles are much more obvious. On the other hand, if you lay on your back all of your wrinkles smooth out and your face looks much younger.
Blanche takes a hand mirror, leans back and admires her beauty. Dorothy encourages her to lean forward and look in the mirror. Blanche follows Dorothy’s direction and suddenly screeches…”Oh My God Dorothy you are right!”
Dorothy’s response, “Always on your back Blanche!”

Putting the obvious sexual reference aside….
A few days ago Sonya and I took the dogs for a walk. I started snapping pictures of her and Hershey. Then I flipped the camera to selfie and took pictures of them over my shoulder. I noticed how pretty the sky looked, blue with puffy clouds, so I took a few selfies while looking down at the camera. Oh My God…Dorothy was right!!!