An Angel Watching Over……

Copywright-Alastair Forbes

Copywright-Alastair Forbes

The dampness of the day left a sheen of moisture on his upper lip as he walked beside the brook. He scanned the bank, picking up stones of all shapes and sizes. He was looking for something unusual to put in his fish tank at home. A burlap sack with a rope pulled through the top of it for a make shift strap hung from his shoulder. It was there to put the larger stones in. The smaller ones he dropped into the side pockets of his cargo pants which were rolled up to his knees.

It was quiet here. There were no other human sounds. Only the birds chirping, squirrels, rustling leaves, wind and running water. The sun glistened off of the surface of the stream and reflected up onto his face warming his thoughts with peace. He marveled at the beauty.

Here, he was alone. No phones, computers, alarms, buzzers, honking horns, traffic noise or voices! They were distant thoughts that tickled the back of the brain. Gone….but not forgotten. This was where he went to disregard the world for just a little while. He would recharge his batteries, then go back to the house.

Then he heard an unusual sound of rustling which made him look up toward the tops of the trees. Not that he was frightened, just curious because he had heard that before but never here. It sounded like… wings?

“Who’s there?” he whispered not wanting to scare away whatever it was. Now the noise was behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he turned around, trying to find the sound. Suddenly he lost his footing and fell into the water hitting his head as he landed.

The last thing he remembered was the splash. He tried to sit up but a light was blinding him. He covered his face with the back of his hand. Then gradually, the brightness faded along with the ache in his head as he lowered his arm to the ground. Leaning up on one elbow he looked around and realized he was not in the water but lying beside the bank with his burlap sack of stones beside him. His clothes and hair were wet. “What happened?” he said aloud. Was there someone there? He slowly sat up and saw a single white feather float to the ground and come to a soft landing next to him. “Now where did that come from?”

The Remains of the Day…

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Excuse me ma’am, we’re going to have to see inside your carry-on.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, there appears to be something in a container we cannot identify.”

“I understand, but do we have to do that here… in the open? “

“I’m sorry. I’ll be as discreet as possible, but I need to look in your bag. Can you step over here with me please?”

“Michael, take your sister to the gate, I’ll be right there.”

“It is their father, we are taking him home.”

“I’m sorry for your loss ma’am.” The agent said softly as he gently closed the box.

This was written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you would like to play along, please follow the prompt below and give it a try!!

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To Cry (write) or not to Cry(write)…

Calvin and Hobbs

Calvin and Hobbs


Writing is sometimes like crying. If there has been an event in your life where tears should be shed, sometimes I will hold on to them and not let them fall. It’s not that I don’t want anyone to see me cry because I do not have that great of a hold on my emotions. But if I am trying to be strong for someone else I will do my best not to fall apart in their presence. I will hold on to them until the “time is right” and then I will have my “cry” and be done with it. I do have a fear that if I ever do start crying I will not be able to make the tears stop. I will not be able to take the control back, and I will be seen as weak and unable to be the strength someone else may need.

The greatest laid plans and all that….you know? When the tears do come, it is never planned. Try as I might, I cannot turn them off and on like a faucet. I can’t turn my feelings off and on either. I think that is a good thing but can be a fine line. One should not let their emotions control their life. You have to throw SOME practical thinking in there as well. I am pretty good at taking care of business, THEN fall apart later. But for some reason, it never happens at a convenient time. Although I have dealt with the death of people close to me, I have never lost a child, husband, or best friend. I have lost a wonderful stepdad who will forever be a part of my thought process and two extraordinary grandparents and their deaths were hard. But that all consuming loss of someone who is part of your daily life and your soul? Not yet….. I will not even try to predict what that will be like for me. I pray it is a long LONG time before I know.

So, back to writing. I feel the same way about it. I have all this “stuff” bottled up inside and when I do sit down and write I have a small fear that comes into play. What if I start writing and I can’t stop?? I know that sounds irrational but I think I have some delusional part of my mind that says it is supposed to be organized, thoughtful, planned and a great story. That is not always the case as so many of you can testify. I guess my fear is writing gobbledygook that doesn’t make sense and is pure garbage. No one wants to read that! *sigh*

I used to love going into a bookstore. I could walk around in there for hours. I love the smell of the printed pages and the different ways book are bound. The beautiful covers and the colors used are amazing no matter what is inside. I always marvel at what authors and publishers choose to put on the outside. They are designed (most of the time) to entice the potential reader to pick THEIR book up to read based solely on what is on the cover. But as the saying goes…”You can’t always judge a book by its cover”! Now when I walk around in a bookstore I get intimidated. I think to myself, “Look at all these books. People have put so much time and effort into them and they are published. Someone actually buys these and reads what is in them. What in the world could I say that hasn’t been said before or would anyone want to read?”

I’m in a writing slump….obviously. I have been writing some, I just don’t have anything I am willing to share on here. I love to read the poetry and prose of my fellow bloggers. I know better than to think it all comes so easily for you guys. I’m not that naive. But it does seem easier for some of you than others. Thank you for sitting down and making the time to share with us your thoughts, beautiful quotes and photographs. They are a part of my morning and I so appreciate all of you!! And thank you for reading to the bottom…. I hope it was worth it. :-)

The Story Of A Blind Girl

Courtney Wright:

Thoughts we should all ponder…..

Originally posted on The Dude With A Blog:

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “now that you can see the world, will you marry me?”

The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying:

“Just take care of my eyes dear.”

This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and who’s always been there even in the most painful situations.

Life Is A Gift

Today before you think…

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The Broken Heart…

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The Broken Heart

“There’s nothing wrong with your heart.” Said the doctor to the patient.
“But there has to be something wrong!” said the patient to the doctor.
“Well, we have done every cardiac test available. We have even done an MRI, chest x-ray and an ultrasound. Short of open heart surgery, we can’t find anything.”
“Then why does it hurt so much?” she asked
“Broken hearts do not show physical signs. It will just take time to heal.”
“I don’t believe you! What if I die? Will they know why?”
“They will know…….” Said the doctor “they will know…”

The Scar Project

The SCAR Project
Today….today I was online looking for something and I ran across this very powerful web site called The SCAR Project. It is a “series of large-scale portraits of young breast cancer survivors shot by fashion photographer David Jay. Primarily an awareness raising campaign, The SCAR Project puts a raw, unflinching face on early onset breast cancer while paying tribute to the courage and spirit of so many brave young women.”

I will say up front I have no idea what it must be like to have breast cancer. I have never had any kind of cancer but it has touched my life in many ways. I lost a wonderful parent to adenocarcinoma of the neck 12 years ago, and have had several women close to me have breast cancer (and survive). They have been from one extreme to another; full double mastectomy, partial mastectomy, single mastectomy and lumpectomy. My husband’s aunt passed away from breast cancer several years ago. And even though the big “C” is no longer a death sentence, it can instill fear in anyone who hears that word because there are so many unknowns. It has no discrimination. Cancer affects the young, old, healthy, wealthy and wise. We should NEVER think it can never happen to us. But how we respond can be the difference between life and death.

It is difficult to say what one would do if they got cancer. Some say, “I would do whatever it took to survive!” or “I saw what (fill in the blank) went through and there is no way I would do chemo!” But their very words may come back to haunt them once they are put in that exact situation and they will do the very opposite of what they “thought” they might do. I try not to speculate. I just pray I never have to make that decision.

The SCAR Project really struck a chord with me because it made breast cancer a little more humanized. It showed men and women’s beauty and that they are more than just their cancer. There are all of these other lovely parts too. You can see the “inside” of them from these gorgeous portraits. Those of us who have never had cancer can’t necessarily empathize with what it feels like but we can certainly help those we love on their journey with love, peace, prayer and understanding. We must also remember to focus on the other parts of the person and not just identify them with the disease. The person we care about is still there and they need us to remember that! See past the physical…… walk with them on their path no matter what choice they made. It is THEIR life! Even if you do not agree with their choice, support them and be there for them. They will need you now more than ever……..

Breast Cancer is NOT a Pink Ribbon

The SCAR Project
Today….today I was online looking for something and I ran across this very powerful web site called The SCAR Project. It is a “series of large-scale portraits of young breast cancer survivors shot by fashion photographer David Jay. Primarily an awareness raising campaign, The SCAR Project puts a raw, unflinching face on early onset breast cancer while paying tribute to the courage and spirit of so many brave young women.”

I will say up front I have no idea what it must be like to have breast cancer. I have never had any kind of cancer but it has touched my life in many ways. I lost a wonderful parent to adenocarcinoma of the neck 12 years ago, and have had several women close to me have breast cancer (and survive). They have been from one extreme to another; full double mastectomy, partial mastectomy, single mastectomy and lumpectomy. My husband’s aunt passed away from breast cancer several years ago. And even though the big “C” is no longer a death sentence, it can instill fear in anyone who hears that word because there are so many unknowns. It has no discrimination. Cancer affects the young, old, healthy, wealthy and wise. We should NEVER think it can never happen to us. But how we respond can be the difference between life and death.

It is difficult to say what one would do if they got cancer. Some say, “I would do whatever it took to survive!” or “I saw what (fill in the blank) went through and there is no way I would do chemo!” But their very words may come back to haunt them once they are put in that exact situation and they will do the very opposite of what they “thought” they might do. I try not to speculate. I just pray I never have to make that decision.

The SCAR Project really struck a chord with me because it made breast cancer a little more humanized. It showed men and women’s beauty and that they are more than just their cancer. There are all of these other lovely parts too. You can see the “inside” of them from these gorgeous portraits. Those of us who have never had cancer can’t necessarily empathize with what it feels like but we can certainly help those we love on their journey with love, peace, prayer and understanding. We must also remember to focus on the other parts of the person and not just identify them with the disease. The person we care about is still there and they need us to remember that! See past the physical…… walk with them on their path no matter what choice they made. It is THEIR life! Even if you do not agree with their choice, support them and be there for them. They will need you now more than ever……..