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Over the last several months much talk has taken place online and in the blogging community about how we view ourselves.  From letters being written to themselves at a younger age, to the Dove Real Beauty Sketches, it has been interesting to see a trend in conversation about self perception.

A conversation with a friend the other day led to me questioning a lot about myself, something I’ve already been doing plenty of during this odd journey God has me on right now.

I’ve been reminded again of the struggle it can be to not let my identity be defined by the perceptions others have of me or my ability to do anything (I’d say of worth or to make a difference, but right now many days it’s really even just my inability to do anything beyond get from one room to another).

Rarely a particularly outwardly emotional person…

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Thursday Thought – Flowering Stages

“Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke

DandiOne by Tommia Wright

DandiOne by Tommia Wright

“I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find – at the age of fifty, say – that a whole new life has opened before you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about…It is as if a fresh sap of ideas and thoughts was rising in you.” ~ Agatha Christie

DandiDeux by Tommia Wright

DandiDeux by Tommia Wright

“One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon-instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today.” ~ Dale Carnigie

(Quotes found via ThinkExist.com)

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Wednesday Words – Garden Variety

A Little Variety by Tommia WrightIt’s the little things that make for great finds.

This week’s collection of Wednesday Words is a variety: starts to some, sequels to others and some due out this week.

Overruled - Edited by Deborah Owen

Overruled – Edited by Deborah Owen

Twenty different interpretations to the line, “Tonight, we rewrite the rules,” this is sure to be a wonderful read by the writers from the Creative Writing Institute!

Squanto and the Land of the Undead People Vol.2

Squanto and the Land of the Undead People Vol.2

The continuing adventures of Squanto by Stacy and Jennifer Buck, illustrations by Alex Iniquez.

As Squanto and his companions run from the mounting force of Unbooko and the Narragansett warriors they find themselves in an increasingly dangerous land filled with the undead. The mystery of how the undead come to be is revealed as a missing member of the Newfoundland Company returns. As Squanto leads the surviving members deeper into Narragansett territory they are hunted at every turn. The second episode comes to a shocking conclusion as they finally reach the Patuxet village. Squanto must face his worst nightmare as he and his companions battle for their lives in a stunning turn of events that changes their world forever.

Jewel of Shaylar

Jewel of Shaylar

Archaeologist David Alexander investigates the cave where his father disappeared and hurtles into another world, one filled with magic and bizarre creatures. The mad ravings in his father’s journals of icemen and dragons may not be fantasies after all.

Convinced his father may still be alive, David begins a treacherous journey to find him and discover a way home. Along the way, he encounters a few unlikely friends. A Dreean warrior, a beautiful thief and a satyr join him as he searches.

David’s arrival into this new world sets off an explosive chain reaction of events. Faced with powerful adversaries and few clues, he may not get the chance to rescue his father before disaster strikes, condemning both of them to death. Or worse.

What new releases are you waiting for?

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Tuesday Tunes Day – The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel Theme

Today’s momentary escape. The entire soundtrack is worth the indulgence.

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Monday Moment

Falls on the McClellan Butte Trail by Tommia Wright

Falls on the McClellan Butte Trail by Tommia Wright

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Sunday Psalm – Psalm 139

Flowers on Track by Tommia Wright

Flowers on Track by Tommia Wright

 

1 You have searched me, Lord,

and you know me.

2 You know when I sit and when I rise;

you perceive my thoughts from afar.

3 You discern my going out and my lying down;

you are familiar with all my ways.

4 Before a word is on my tongue

you, Lord, know it completely.

5 You hem me in behind and before,

and you lay your hand upon me.

6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

too lofty for me to attain.

7 Where can I go from your Spirit?

Where can I flee from your presence?

8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

10 even there your hand will guide me,

your right hand will hold me fast.

11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me

and the light become night around me,”

12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;

the night will shine like the day,

for darkness is as light to you.

13 For you created my inmost being;

you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

your works are wonderful,

I know that full well.

15 My frame was not hidden from you

when I was made in the secret place,

when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;

all the days ordained for me were written in your book

before one of them came to be.

17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!

How vast is the sum of them!

18 Were I to count them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand—

when I awake, I am still with you.

19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked!

Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!

20 They speak of you with evil intent;

your adversaries misuse your name.

21 Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord,

and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?

22 I have nothing but hatred for them;

I count them my enemies.

23 Search me, God, and know my heart;

test me and know my anxious thoughts.

24 See if there is any offensive way in me,

and lead me in the way everlasting.

May you have a blessed Mother’s Day.

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Saturday Snapshot

Pink, Too by Tommia Wright

Pink, Too by Tommia Wright

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Your Song

Dorinda

Dorinda

The Daily Prompt challenge is:

Language evolves. The meaning of a word can shift over time as we use it differently — think of “cool,” “heavy,” or even “literally.”

Today, give a word an evolutionary push: give a common word a new meaning, explain it to us, and use it in the title of your post.

Your Song

       Dorinda hummed an old Elton John tune, drumming her fingers over her heart every so often. Her cousin’s husband, Lamont, called her on it. “Why do you do that?” She gave him a questioning look. “That,” he said, tapping four fingers over his heart.

       “What, ‘song’?” During the final verses, she repeated the gesture as the word was sung.

       He shook his head as he moved his flat hand back and forth like a pendulum. “I know the sign for song. That isn’t it.”

            “I say it is.” She grabbed the last of the pastries. “Song is more than melody, more than lyrics that hold different meanings to different listeners. It’s heart, in the most simplistic sense.”

            Lamont stared at her. “Maybe you’ve been listening to ‘Heart of Rock ‘n’ Roll’ a few too many times.” He alternated between the sign for ‘song’ and tapping the center of his chest for ‘heart.’ “How can ‘song’ mean heart? Why confuse your father like-?”

            Dorinda brushed her hands of the crumbs before she leaned back, propping her head on her hand. She couldn’t help but stare at him the way Heloise glared at them all the time. “It’s because of him, for him, that I say that word means what it does. Think, Lamont! How often has he been wrong in making a recommendation to someone at the shop? ‘Song’ is heart, is the beating of the soul, the measure of the mood, the barometer of faith. He might not hear the instruments, but what he reads in the words, – that’s why he’s seldom missed.” She paused. “Unlike you.”

            Lamont scoffed. “So, what you’re suggesting is the next time I open the shop, I should say ‘have a song,’ to someone? Or ‘suffering from a broken song?’ or-.”

            “Its ‘heart’ in the most simplistic sense,” she repeated. “If I have to take the time to explain it to you, it’s pointless.”

            “Use it in a sentence; I might get it.”

            Dorinda smirked as she said and signed, “You’ve lost your song.”

Trackbacks & Pingbacks

Ilya Fostiy. Food of the Gods | Bright Moments Catcher

That Literacy Slush Pile… | EW Brown

Daily Prompt: Morphing [people voice] | Nadeen’s Reading Corner

Daily Prompt: Swaggin has new meaning | My Daily Prompt Blog

Daily Prompt: Morphing – Camouflage Morphing « Mama Bear Musings

“Seaworthy!” | Relax…

Daily Prompt: Morphing ~ You Have Been Paged! | Of Glass & Paper

Is is Is | The Jittery Goat

Daily Prompt: Morphing | JUkk

The New Gen’s Talk | the world behind the lens

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Forest and the Trees

Forest and the Trees- October by Tommia Wright

Today’s Daily Prompt asks, “When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees?

Darn. This depends on various factors – are there certain trees that seem to stand on their own because of their vibrant colors? Or is it the fact that there are still forests standing while progress clears others down? Or it is a matter of re-evaluating what I think I’m doing with my many roles in life?

I’ve mentioned before how I’ll wander towards water, even created a Sketchbook Project about it. What I’ll wander towards next, what I like to disappear into would be the woods.

Seedlings and Shadows by Tommia Wright

Seedlings and Shadows by Tommia Wright

“In the woods we return to reason and faith.” –   Ralph Waldo Emerson  

“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”    Robert Louis Stevenson  

Trackbacks & Pingbacks

Daily Prompt: Landscape | psarmmiey’s Blog

No Land in ‘Landscape’ | The Magic Black Book

Daily Prompt: Landscape | Of Glass & Paper

Daily Prompt: Landscape | Postcards from

The Difference Between a Tree and a Skyscraper | Daily Prompt: Landscape | likereadingontrains

The Forest or the Trees | Storm In A B-Cup

In da ‘hood | Relax…

Daily Prompt: Landscape | On My Front Porch

Daily Prompt: Landscape | A Glimps of HOPE

Of Browns and Greens to the Fresh Spring Breeze | the world behind the lens

Diversity, That Starts With D And That Rhymes With T And That Stands For Trouble | The Jittery Goat

Daily Post ~ The Forest First, Or The Trees? | Stories After Bedtime

May 9 Daily Prompt: Landscape | Nadeen’s Reading Corner

Daily Prompt: Landscape « Mama Bear Musings

Daily Prompt: Landscape | Nanuschka’s Blog

Daily Prompt: Landscape | JUkk

The Juxtaposition | The Lifepath Dialogues

Daily Prompt: Landscape | Basically Beyond Basic

God’s Beautiful Creation | HpWpBp

Daily Prompt: The sidewalk for the lizard | The Road 2 Cute Shoes

The vista or the view | Pigments of Life

Daily Prompt: Landscape | Mina Witteman

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Wednesday Words – Garden Edition

Two enjoyable reads worth discovering or re-reading:

A Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson, to spark the imagination and be the seedling of the love of poetry.

Childs Garden Book of Verses

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett.

Secret Garden

What enjoyable childhood reads to you have?

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