Like a Perfume

Today’s Five Minute Prompt: STILL GO I remember trying to catch the butterfly with my lens. The monarch stopped on the purple cone flower for a long rest… but by the time I had my camera out and ready, and quietly tip-toeing to catch a photo– she had...

A Summer Night Dance

On a breezy summer evening, I find a spot to watch them. A full orchestra has come together for a free concert outdoors. In the midst of concrete sidewalks, restaurants, and the expansive town center/shopping mall around this stage area, I find a section of green...

Empty to be Full

Today’s Five Minute Writing Prompt: FULL Instructions: Write for five minutes, no editing. Link your post here, (at the gypsymama.com), and encourage the person who wrote before you by telling them what their words meant to you. Want to give it a try? Click here...

How Does Love Speak?

How does love speak? In a thousand daily ways, through a sonnet, or in a crooning song? Does it speak in a way I’m accustomed to hearing? Does it have a voice or does it have hands, and do they speak the same language? Can it speak a thousand ways over a single day,...

A Breath of Fresh Paint

A friend e-mails, asking if we want to join in their upcoming craft/rummage sale by bringing in any  handmade items? They will advertise on Craig’s List. My daughter and I, we say yes. She begins brainstorming, searching for ideas, and decides on a project. She...

A Summer Salad and #320-330

Oh, what a pleasure it is to pick vegetables from the garden and then bring them to the table to eat them. I suppose I am more excited than usual about the garden this year because the past two years we didn’t have one. The picture above is a salad I ate the...

Loss to Life

The Five Minute Friday writing prompts challenge a different writing muscle… to write off the cuff, no editing, on a different prompt each week. Give it a try… I’ve enjoyed them. You can find them at the Gypsy Mama. Today’s prompt is...

Faith (a poem)

I haven’t seen the wind But I know it blows I haven’t seen His face But His beauty shows – Trees sway by invisible hands My heart moves by invisible strands of red threads connected by miles of pulsing hope, and hands unseen cradle my soul – I follow the...

for when you feel small

On the surface, the beautiful green woods look like ordinary woods. Yet a hidden danger lurks on the forest floor. Sinkholes. Literally  hundreds of them. One of those sinkholes is where I enter, and traverse underground to see the cave, or at least a part of it. The...