Tutti Frutti
On the road near San Juan Cosala. Hard to believe these colors are real!!! And, hard to admit I don’t like watermelon. The green fruit is guava.
Tutti Frutti :Travel Theme–Fruit
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The Peanut Butter to My Jelly
What a wonderful story Amanda told to answer today’s prompt about soulmates and people who are the Yin to your Yang or vice versa. How how lucky she is to have the genes of these three couples combined! I’m sure she will find her perfect other if she hasn’t already and that she will know exactly how to choose and to make it last from her parents’ and grandparents’ fine examples. It took me 38 years to find the one I wanted to work that hard with to make our relationship last, but it was worth the wait. Then, after his death, another eight years to find a true soulmate again. This time, although we’ll never be a couple in the conventional sense of the word, I’ve found someone exactly like the 50 percent of me no one else has ever matched so completely. Sometimes we find parts of our soulmate in different people, so that somehow, in our relationships with all of them, we are completed! In these times of so many sad stories, I enjoyed Amanda’s essay and I hope you will, too. And, this introduction to my reblog of her blog forms my essay on the subject as well!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Yin to My Yang.”
Today’s Daily Post prompt is, how do you define the term “soulmate”?
I’ve often debated whether soulmates were real. In my mind it was impossible to define, even if you found someone that you loved entirely, what made them your soulmate?
Today I know what it means to find your soulmate. It was in front of me all along – it was so natural to me, that I didn’t realize I was surrounded with people that had found their soulmates.
First, my Grandpa and Nan. They weren’t the touchy-feely kind of couple, but they were obviously in love. I remember my Nan yelling “FRANK!” from the kitchen to let him know that lunch was ready. They watched movies together and they cooked together. They did everything together. My Grandpa would always joke that every time my Nan would touch…
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Eclipse of the Blood Moon Over Mexico
Blood Moon Over Mexico
Before I went swimming tonight, I set up my camera and tripod. My first view of the eclipse was in my pool. Palm Tree Silhouettes in front, the moon which had just come out of the cloud cover had just a sliver of shadow. I came in to dry off and went back out to take these shots. It was strange, because I kept getting an illusion of a pink cloud floating over the moon. It was granular–a bit like like pink undissolved Jello powder floating in water. There was definite movement. Perhaps it was a cloud layer reflecting the red of the moon. I’m curious if anyone else had the same experience It was when I had the most magnification on my zoom–nearly 120 I think.
At any rate, palm trees water and the moon in eclipse create a sort of magic that may have just prompted a type of hypnotic illusion. I look forward to hearing of your experiences and seeing your photographs.
You can read the poem I wrote about last year’s Blood Moon Eclipse here: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/09/28/lunar-eclipse-1/
A Photo A Week Challenge: Wood
A Photo A Week Challenge: Wood
A five minute stroll around my front patio area supplied this variety of wooden experiences. I especially like the scars in the green wood of the palm tree. It looks like someone has used the tree for their canvas. Cee says the scar in the first tree (and its closeup in my last photo) looks like a tree itself. I hadn’t noticed this, but she is right!
https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2015/09/24/a-photo-a-week-challenge-wood/
Knock Knock Reknockin’ on a Circadian Door!
Knock Knock Reknockin’ on a Circadian Door!
In nonsmokingladybug’s Knock Knock Prompt, she asks us to link to a piece formerly written. For my reblog I went waaaaay back to the beginning to a poem I posted when I had very few followers, so I think only two of you (Ann and Patti) following my blog have read it. What poem is it? It’s a surprise. You’ll have to open the door by clicking HERE.
Here is the Knock Knock prompt I am answering. If you are a blogger, perhaps you’d like to answer the prompt as well: https://nonsmokingladybug.wordpress.com/2015/09/24/knock-knock-writing-challenge-week-5/
Lost–A Glitch in the WordPress Posting System
Lost–A Glitch in the WordPress Posting System
Ironically, my post for the Daily Prompt (Entitled Lost: The Ones that (Fortunately) Got Away) has been lost in the Reader. Has anyone else noticed that when you post a draft, it posts for the time the draft was first saved (As you were working on it) and not the time it was actually posted? This has consequences if people find you on the Reader.
For instance, sometimes I have an idea for a post that I put into drafts but actually don’t write and post for a week or so. I started noticing that none of these posts showed up in the Reader. Sometimes I would create a totally new posting and this one would show up. Then I discovered that the Reader was posting them at the time the draft was first closed down after being saved.
Unfortunately, not many people go that far back in the Reader to look for posts. When I get to one I’ve already read, I take it for granted I’ve read all the ones deeper in the stack. But this is not so if the person posted a draft started hours or days before it was posted.
If you don’t believe this, look for my posting I just posted at around 1:05 p.m. today on the Daily Post site. It is titled “Lost, The Ones That (Fortunately) Got Away.” Although it showed up immediately in the Daily Post site, it was not posted as a recent posting in the Reader. I finally located it buried in posts from 5 hours ago. A strange glitch in the system.
If you use the reader, you’ll never find the posting I just made without going a loooooong way back through posts you have probably already read. For your ease in wandering, I’ve made a hyperlink above, but you can also find it here: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/09/24/lost-the-ones-that-fortunately-got-away/
Love 248
Another short poem by Marie Marshall that says it all beautifully.
© Marie Marshall 
Cry Me A River–Cee’s Which Way Challenge, 2015, Final Week
Cry Me A River
She’s been showing us the way to go for all these many weeks–
searching for direction through photography that speaks.
Roads and forest pathways, windows gate and doors.
There is no single portal that this challenge abhors.
It always was the hardest for me to try to fill,
like lugging all my photographs up the tallest hill.
I think I usually took this theme a good way ’round the bend,
but Cee’s supply of “Which Way” shots never seemed to end!
Soon “Which Way” will be over, and there will be no more
photographing every river, sidewalk, bridge or door.
We’ll go back to snapping cats, flowers, churches, peoples–
bending over gardens and hanging off of steeples.
I hope there’ll be new challenges that tell us where to go,
for when it comes to what to shoot, some of us are slow.
But on this very final week, let’s all just bid adeiu
by crying Cee some rivers–and sending in a few!
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/09/23/cees-which-way-challenge-2015-week-38-final-week/
Call for Submissions: 8 Free Writing Contests/Publications
It is always a pain to try to find places to submit and actually, I rarely bother, preferring to just write and publish on my blog, but Amber Dykstra (no relation that I know of) makes it easy for us with this well-constructed and informative list. Anyone want to join me in a challenge to make at least one submission? In this age of electronic submissions, it is much easier. I challenge you. Let me know if you accept the challenge and what work you submitted to whom!
Today we have 8 contests/publications awaiting your work! Make sure to read each of their rules and regulations, and follow them to increase your chances of publication. May the odds be in your favor! And don’t forget to check out our Submission Calendar for more contests!
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She Calls Herself a Spinster
As much as it maligns the saintliness of us mature ladies, I must reblog this clever rhyme. I love the clever puns and I must say I’m impressed at how quickly okcforgottenman spun his tale!
She Calls Herself a Spinster
She calls herself a spinster with a sly and sultry smile.
At seventy-eight, she knows so well the art of luring guile.
A silken string strewn on his face from her outstretched bony hand
is not seen by the younger man she knows that she will land.
This young man is manly, which must lead to his demise.
A spinster spider knows too much and casts her come-on lies.
She twirls him round and round and round and round again once more.
He’s dizzy now and lustful. She has him to his core.
He’s bound up in her silken web, her web of love’s deceit.
Her sweet perfume, her purring tongue, the web of his defeat.
At his last gasp engulfed in thread, he knows that he’s been had.
But he would not trade in his fate. His last breaths are not sad.
She’s…
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