My humble contribution to the end of a year and the start of a new one as part of the Ragtag Community’s prompt of New at https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/rdp-saturday-new/ New trips off my tongue Eagerly marching forward But old gets stuck Buried beneath wrinkles of time Both anticipate the unexplored New with hopeful fervor Old with fearful… Continue reading New and Old
Christmas is here, and the spirit that swirls around every house has suddenly infiltrated mine. This may be the first time such feelings have emerged in close to 15 years or longer. I don’t remember many Christmas days or dinners during that time whether because I didn’t do anything or because I’m getting older. I… Continue reading More Quirky Christmas
What’s Christmas without a Poinsettia? My contribution to Cee’s Flower of the Day Photo Challenge https://ceenphotography.com/2022/12/20/fotd-december-21-poinsettia-2/.
She sat among, but was alone Talk was loud, but she heard nothing She smiled, her eyes never sparkling, This isn’t my place, my time, my desire I can’t stay, I’m disconnected Too much required, comfort abandoned Overwhelming my unsettled mind I need home, cat, music, my peace Permission granted from within She strolled away,… Continue reading Alone
We all need a bit of yellow in our lives, and this is the bit I’m sharing with you today.
A group of women friends have decided to meet at my house for our Christmas meal, and this will be a mixed bag of food and folks. Most of these ladies are single, either from deaths, divorces or good sense, and very few of them are into cooking. We have debated back and forth and… Continue reading Quirky Christmas Dinner
My contribution to Cee’s Flower of the Day Photo Challenge is the Christmas flower that seems to be universal…the Poinsettia. Some white, some pink, some red, some a mixture, but these are ones I took this week.
Holidays, especially Christmas, are often awkward for me. We are expected to celebrate, sing, be joyous, religious, while feasting with loved ones around a brightly lit tree, sheltering stacks of wrapped gifts. But is that really what I want to do, or how I want to spend that day? Admittedly, my mouth waters when I… Continue reading It Just Ain’t the Same
that little voice 