I tried to capture this fellow in this pose several times but he’d flown away by the time I got my camera out. This morning he granted me the favor of a last visit and stood still long enough for me to capture this shot and a number of others—first a few of his mate, whom he replaced when she flew away—and then of him. I’m finally home. There is no place like it!!!
Gina, Gloria, Patricia, Sandy, Harriet, Judy D-B.(with hand raised.) Seated: Glenda and Judy Reeves.
Here is a short piece Sandy Olson wrote the first morning of our retreat to the prompt, “Foreign Countries.” I thought it might give you a bit of the flavor of our writing retreat. There were eight of us staying in Gloria’s son’s house in Acapulco. He has a design business that designs and builds theme restaurants for Disneylands and Disneyworlds all over the world, thus the colorful and art-filled nature of his vacation home. more photos to follow. Here is what Sandra wrote:
Gathering this morning with coffee—slowly—first Harriet, then me, then Gina, sitting outside on chairs in the grass. Then the others, one by one.
What are we—not a covey of quail, pride of lions, murmuration of starlings, herd of water buffalo—we are writers, dedicated to the muse, brought together, a distinct subspecies of humankind. Seekers. Watchers and scribes. We look like we’re having an inconsequential conversation this morning but we’re visiting and exploring each others’ foreign country and our own as well.
“I’m in my own foreign country.”
fowc
Temper, Temper
Her emotional last eruption caused such a giant rift
that she could not fill it, however large the gift.
A brand new Maserati did not curb his ire.
He still remembered well the smoke, the spewing of the fire.
She bought him a new pitching wedge, an iron and a putter,
but still it didn’t lessen his memory of her sputter.
Her spewing and her venting and that final fiery blast
blew him out the door and consigned her to the past.
The prompt words today are driver, eruption and gift.
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/12/07/fowc-with-fandango-driver/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/eruption/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/07/your-daily-word-prompt-gift-December-7-2018/
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Breakfast at the beach, then back to work.
For Cee’s FOTD
For the Thursday Doors prompt.
Scattered Dreams
She mourns the loss of everything as the crescent moon
fades away to nothing this putrescent June.
Orange blossoms drooping in their wedding urns,
an empty flag of wedding veil wafts outward and then turns
to fall from spinning fan blades where it has been tossed—
all its beauty shredded, its inspiration lost.
Her hopes and dreams now fatuous, their ending is now lore
written in tattered satin and petals on the floor.
The word prompts today are putrescent, floor, inspiring and fatuous.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/rdp-thursday-putrescent/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/12/06/fowc-with-fandango-floor/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/inspiring/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/your-daily-word-prompt-fatuous-December-6-2018/
The prompt words today were friendship, theater, inspiring and miracle.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/rdp-wednesday-friendship/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/12/05/fowc-with-fandango-theater/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/inspiring/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/your-daily-word-prompt-miracle-December-5-2018/
Every year for the past five years, I’ve gone on a writers’ retreat with from eight to ten women. The first year, they came to the house I rent in La Manzanilla on the Mexican Pacific coast. The next year we went to Cuyutlán, two years to Puerto Vallarta and this year we are at my friend Gloria’s son’s fabulous house in Acapulco. Two of us come from the states. The rest from the Lake Chapala area where I live. Yesterday, our second day here, was especially fabulous. Here are a few shots, a few words, which inadequately attempt to recreate the miracle that always happens when we gather together to spend four days dedicated fully to each other and words.
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Women Who Write
It is inspiring theater when women get together—
words racing between them like wild horses without tether.
And then by some small miracle, they gather in small herds.
as the women journey, each mounted on her words
into their past or future, forming orderly parades
of poetry or essays or dramatic charades.
They share their secrets lingually with gestures wide and vivid.
Humorous or tragic. Calm or sad or livid.
When writers get together, it’s story after story.
Sharing all their secrets, revealing all their glory.
The prompt words today are theater, inspiring and miracle.
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/12/05/fowc-with-fandango-theater/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/inspiring/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/your-daily-word-prompt-miracle-December-5-2018/
