Two years ago I helped a group place baby sea turtles into the ocean for their long voyage into life. See photos and a poem about that voyage here:
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2014/12/05/putting-the-tiny-sea-turtles-into-the-sea/
Another lost doggie. This one found at entrance to Raquet Club, running around over the road in a pink dress. She is staying with me until I can find her owners. She is a sweetie. Wants to be held all the time. Here she is when she was clothed:
A little pink and white dress with PARIS written on the back. I took it off so the other dogs wouldn’t make fun of her. Kitty is yowling at her from the front sliding glass door,doggies yipping at the back. All want to meet her but I think I’ll wait a bit until they are more accustomed to each other. She just wants to sit on my lap. I gave her a packet of wet dogfood but she still seems hungry so I just gave her a few spoons of canned dogfood which she gobbled down in two bites. All three of my dogs watching and jealous. They run enmass from sliding glass door to sliding glass door as we move around the house. Yes, I live in a glass house. More or less.
I’m calling her Pixie. Just for the interim. I know she has another name unknown to me. Hope if someone is looking for her that they see my notices in different local social sites.
Recently, WordPress has started sending reminders of past blogs published on the current date. Here was a blog I published ten years ago on June 22:
Why don’t you do the same ? If you do, please put a link to this blog in comments below.
To play along, go to your photos file folder and type the number 747 into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title. This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below.
The Toast
He never lost his swagger, even toward the end.
As life tried to break him, the most he did was bend.
When death twisted its cruel blade and his life met its turning,
unholy thoughts consumed me and set my mind to churning.
Will the dead rise up again in search of former love,
or do our dear departeds find more holy lips above?
Does past love wave its banners and proclaim itself in spite
of the fact that one love stays below, completely out of sight?
Love’s table where we feasted has found another host,
and though I hover ’round its edges and listen to the toast
of another bride and bridegroom celebrating love that’s new,
instead, my lover who once was, I lift this glass to you.
For the Sunday Whirl 762 the words are: wave turning unholy lips swagger lost dead rise twist blade feast edges
Stop and Go
My goals in life were nebulous. I didn’t know quite what
it was that I most wanted—except out of my rut.
A picket fence and cottage were never my dream.
I didn’t want to produce children by the ream.
I only wanted travel and to see who I could be
if I could search far enough to discover me.
I finally found a part of me everywhere I went,
but had to keep on traveling to know the full extent
of who I wished to grow into—how much I wished to find—
how much I could reveal of me and still have peace of mind.
But now I’ve seemed to settle. I’m content with what I’ve found.
The place where I have come to seems like holy ground.
Perhaps true wisdom really comes from knowing when to stop—
knowing when we’ve climbed enough because we’ve reached the top!
The Weekly Challenge is “Stop.”
WP has started sending out notices every day of all the blogs we have done on the same date (In this case, June 20) for the entire time we’ve been blogging. In my case, I had posted 36 blogs on that date during the past 10 years. I’m sharing the oldest one, published in 2016.
Summer Evenings Turn to Fall
Back when we drank summer through paper soda straws,
we played at being cowboys, hiding out in draws
that we imagined wilder. Our hearts beat with fear
of fictional opponents who might be drawing near.
We had no euphemisms for our enemies.
We only knew our fear of them, silent, on our knees.
Little did we know then, during childhood games,
imaginary enemies would assume other names.
No ditch big enough to hide, and no night dark enough.
No more cops and robbers. No more blind man’s bluff.
Strange that in those peaceful times the games we chose to play
were a mere foreshadowing of what is real today.
Back when summer filled our cheeks with melons and with berries,
why didn’t we fill balmy nights with princesses and fairies?
Back when life was summer smooth, we lusted after roughness,
as though we’d gain maturity through violence and toughness.
Feigning valor not yet gained, we knew not that tomorrow
we’d have the fears we’d feigned for real––the terror and the sorrow.
Childhood evenings filled with shouts and laughter interspersed
were in reflection adult games that we just rehearsed.
The picture is my sister Patti and her best friend Karen. Note the real saddle placed on the makeshift “horse.”
Here’s one of mine from 2019! A bougainvillea trio.
I have this fantasy where I take an extended trip around the globe to visit a number of blogging friends I’ve never met in person. Has anyone else ever had this thought?
Just for the fun of it, I’d like to know who would have me to visit..for just a day or a night or an hour. If you want to be on the list, give me your name, blog link and location in the comments.
Don’t worry. I’m unlikely to do this, unless I happen to be in your area anyway, so adding your name to the list is not an obligation. Still, who knows? I’m certainly up for a visit if you ever decide to visit Mexico.
WordPress has started a new feature where they send us a reminder of every blog we published over the years on the present date. This is what I published on June 19 in 2019:
I well remember that it took me much longer to format the poem than to write it, and in the original post, I showed earlier “shapes” for the poem before I settled on this one. I’ll spare you that here. Was anyone around to read it when I first published the poem? If so, drop a line. In fact, drop a line even if you weren’t!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
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