Good Bye 2016, you bittersweet friend


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It’s been a long year . . .

I haven’t written much on this or my other blogs – honestly haven’t been all that inspired most days. But, I am working hard to get my head right – there’s a lot going on up there 🙂

I so appreciate that you keep checking in ❤

Stay tuned . . .

Raining


The skies light up, not bolts,

But a reflection of the thunder.

The air is cool, the breeze picks up,

The sky bellows, the light fades.

You can feel it coming, you can smell the rain.

One thing you can do, you can wish it’d rain.

But don’t let ’em fool you – rain won’t wash away the pain.

But the tears that flow, might make you feel sane.

©2015

She – Art – Feelings


I know, I haven’t written much lately, I apologize for that. I’ll have some new posts soon! In the meantime, thought this was worth sharing . . . could even be a great prompt . . . 🙂

Does it make you feel something?

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Oammmm


Oh so true … Had to share this beautiful insight ❤

Erik S. Lehman

The irony is: impatience does nothing for goals and wishes; in fact, it actually … retards … quality … results…. A year is a day, with impatience at bay. A day is a year, when impatience is near. Oammmm 🙂

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Moonlight Drive – Write Naked Part 3


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Next segment in my novel I’ve been working on for NaNoWriMo. It has not been edited in any form yet, just free writing. If you want to know some back story, links are provided for previous sections. I have written several posts on here about Lyla, as she has been in my head for many years, since college creative writing classes. Any feedback provided would be great! It maybe a week or so before you hear from me again, got some new inspiration tonight – really need to run with it!!

Part 1                   Part 2

“Ok – is there any plan here?” he asked.

“Yep, we’re not far from my house. We’ll stop ‘cause I need to pick up a few things, and we’ll pack up some drinks and a few munchies. We’re gonna need ‘um.” He looked at her expression, and then just laughed.

“Check’s been paid, so let’s go little lady,” he said in his most southern drawl.

They took his truck to her house to get a few road essentials. She printed up a map off the Internet, as she hadn’t driven this route in decades. Once they packed up a few Dr. Peppers, waters, and Starbucks Espresso and creams, and Vit C drinks, and some snacks, she sat and rolled some for the trip.

He could smell it when she opened the ball jar that held her weed. “Damn girl, you wasn’t kidding about the essentials. I like the way you travel.” She looked up at him and smiled, gave him a wink, and continued until she had ten rolled.

“Just in case,” she winked again. She grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and said, “Let’s go – you ready?”

“Sure woman, whenever you are,” he replied. They packed their essentials in her car.

“Ok, but I don’t want you to leave your truck here, so can we take it up to the grocery store parking lot across the street? It’ll be safe there.”

“Whatever your heart desires, let’s do this,” he said gallantly. “I’ll follow you,” he said, adding “to wherever you want,” he trailed off under his breath so she wouldn’t hear him.

*          *          *

The night was nice, not too hot, though it was August in South Texas. The moon was full and it lit up the sky. It was a beautiful night for a road trip, a long drive down the coast, just listening to some awesome music and enjoying some great conversation. Once they got Travis’ truck parked, he hopped in with her. “Buckle up,” she said. She pulled out of the parking lot and hit the gas. “Look up out the sunroof, isn’t the moon beautiful tonight – nice and clear,” she said dreamily.

Travis felt like he was in some sort of dream. He was happy to have run into her, surprised she stayed without her friend, and shocked she invited him on this excursion. He hadn’t seen her in all these years and now they were taking a road trip together. No matter what, they’ll be gone at least twenty-four hours or more. He had not seen this coming. He was trying to get comfortable in the seat for the long drive, and this surreal situation. She was chatting about something, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was just looking at her in the moonlight.

Her white shorts really showed off her nice tanned legs. He wanted to touch them, but knew better. Her arms were tanned and soft – he knew this from dancing with her. He could see the dimple in Lyla’s shoulder, knew she had one on both sides. He remembered sticking his tongue in that little dimple, but damn that was a distant memory happening so many decades ago; they were just kids really. His mind began to wander to nostalgic times, memories he has treasured all his life.  

She was singing with the radio, “I walk a mile in your shoes, then I’m a mile away, and I got your shoes.” She laughed, “The first time I really paid attention to the words of this song, I had to laugh – struck me as funny.” She hit the button to start the song over. “You like Kings of Leon?” she asked him.

“Hadn’t paid much attention to ‘um. Seems like my nephews were trying to get me to listen to them, but never heard too much. Sounds pretty good. You seem to know all the words,” Travis  commented.

“I would love to see them in concert,” she replied. “I have several of their cd’s. I’ll school ya on them good on this trip. Good driving music,” he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Lyla, what are you planning to tattoo on that sweet body of yours, dare I ask,” he said with his southern charm.

“Well, I been thinking about it, and my sister has this cool heart tattoo with her granddaughter’s name in it. Now I can’t do that, but I can do something with all three of my girls’ first two initials, maybe wrapped in a heart or something. Not sure exactly, but leaning towards that idea.”

“And where pray tell are you planning on that getting this tattoo, darlin?” he laughed.

“I told ya,” she said.

“No. I mean where on your body, Lyla?” he looked at her.

“Aaahh, the magic question,” she laughed. “Where exactly have I decided to deface my virgin body? Hmmm . . . not sure exactly. Which spot hurts and bleeds the least?”

“And what if that’s your forehead?! Seriously, Lyla,” he laughed at her. “You haven’t really thought this out much have you?” He took a more serious tone, “Doesn’t really seem like you, at least from what I’ve gathered during our conversations. Actually, not trying to be a bummer, cause I love that I’m here, but neither does this trip, especially with me.” She glanced over at him, then up in the rearview mirror. “What is going on in that head of yours, girl?” he asked.

“Trav, I just needed to get away. Life has been bearing down on me lately, and the shit seems to be coming from all directions. I don’t know if I should jump, duck, go left, go right, twist, turn – fuck, I Just need a break. I been thinking about it for awhile, all summer as a matter of fact. I wasn’t comfortable going alone and no one I knew could get away. We were having a great time, the thought crossed my mind when I happened to be with you, I trust you and here we are. When I first mentioned it, I said friendly, so as not to mislead you of my intentions.”

She looked over at him lit up in the moonlight and he was looking back at her. “Are we good?” she asked.

“Sure Lyla, of course we’re good. I just don’t want you waking up tomorrow or the next day and regret anything, especially where I’m concerned.”

She took her hand off the steering wheel and touched his knee, “It’s all good. We’re gonna have fun – you’ll see. Oh I forgot to ask, you got some money,” she laughed loudly. “No seriously!” he saw her wink at him in the moonlight. He laughed heartily.

He couldn’t help himself, singing the last two verses of the Cranberries Linger as it played.

“And I’m in so deep. You know I’m such a fool for you.

You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.

Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,

Do you have to let it linger?

 

You know I’m such a fool for you.

You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.

Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,

Do you have to let it linger?”

(© Cranberries) 

“Now you’re getting comfy, singing with me and all!” she exclaimed joyfully, as she was singing, too. “You singing that tune with someone special in mind, since it’s the first lyrics you’ve yet to belt out and we’ve been on the road for a couple hours,” she asked, talking as friends do.

Travis laughed a slow deep chuckle, “Yeah, as a matter of fact woman, I was.”

She looked at him, replying, “Whatever . . .,” and giggled back. “You ready for some memories – let me put in this 70s Southern Rock cd.” She opened the dashboard compartment and pulled out the cd sitting on top, loading it into the player. She grabbed one of the joints and lit it up.

“Damn girl, that smells good!” he commented.

“Yeah, I know, it’s pretty good. My friend from Colorado grows it and gives it too me for my ailments,” she said. “Damn I get by with the help of many friends these days,” she trailed off. She passed it to him and cranked the stereo listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd, Black Oak Arkansas, Allman Brothers, Charlie Daniels, Marshall Tucker, Little Feat, Outlaws, Blackfoot and more. They both sang and smoked, occasionally looking up at the stars and the moon through the open sunroof. The miles and the hours flew by quickly, it seemed. After awhile she looked over and his eyes were closed, but she wasn’t sure if he was asleep or praying, as in the dark it looked like his lips were moving just a little.

To be continued – Part 4 

[Part 5 – You Want To Make A Memory]

Memory – SoCS


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My memory  . . . my memories . . . what a beautiful convoluted bittersweet poignant delightful intriguing tantalizing wonderful place to get lost for awhile ❤

I just hope that someday that’s not where I live, except as someone else’s – memory that is.

 

In response to the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “Memory” – http://lindaghill.com/2014/10/31/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-november-114/

Dear Future


 

Dear Future,

I have no idea what you have in store for me.  Sometimes I am excited by the prospects and sometimes I am frightened by the chances. I could become a well-paid self-employed writer, then again if I don’t find a job soon I could lose my house and become homeless.  (Okay, that list could go on and on . . .)

Future, you seem to be so elusive, yet inspiring. So motivating, while at the same time uncertain. So nerve-racking, yet you make me feel so alive. Why oh why are you so unknown?

I look forward to more conversations as you continue to show yourself to me.

~ Sadie

This was written in response to The Daily Post:Writing101 writing prompt. I opened the book nearest to me to page 29 and the first word that caught my eye is the one I am to write a letter to. I am not enrolled in this session, so I didn’t have access to ping back there, but that’s okay because I enjoyed the prompt!

Autumn Leaves – Happy Fall!


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Sept 21 WordPress Daily Prompt: Autumn Leaves
Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

I enjoy all the seasons, but Autumn is my favorite season of all! I love when the temperatures begin to drop – the air becomes crisp in its feel and its smell. Often the humidity drops, along with the temperature. The days begin to slowly and subtly grow shorter. The leaves change color, providing a rainbow of reds, oranges, yellows, tans, purples, mixing in with the evergreens. Everything smells different, clean, earthy, fresh.

Windows are opened to air out the house and let the fresh cool air blow in after long hot summers. If cool enough, you can burn a fire – smelling the wood, and feeling the heat, and hearing the crackling and popping. You can smell your neighbors using their fireplaces – nothing like the smell of a wood-burning fire.

My favorite day is a day I can get up and put on a pair of blue jeans and a soft flannel shirt – my favorite attire if truth be told. 😉

Fall not only fills my heart with warmth, it typically rejuvenates me, kind of like a puppy let out during the first cold front! You know how they jump and frolic around, tails wagging, playing with whatever is available, just enjoying the moment? That would be me ☮

 

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I can’t wait!! 🙂

The Past is the Past


Sometimes through our memories and those that we share them with, the past feels alive again, and it can be exciting. After a while though, the fire burns down, and all that is left is the glowing embers of the memories, warm, cozy, and fuzzy around the edges. Through that set of rose-colored glasses, everything looks better than it was. Discovering new information about the past, the storylines in your head begin. You start rewriting scenarios, and what-ifing, what could have been, what might have been. Thoughts flash through your head that seem could have been plausible, but deep down, you know they probably weren’t. You get caught up in it for a time, but then you realize, it really is just sweet memories from the past. And the past is the past . . .

But what if some day it isn’t?

What If . . . ? (Twenty Questions NaPoWriMo Writing Prompt )


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What if I hadn’t called him?

What if he’d called me back?

What if I’d handled some things in my life differently?

What if I was someone else?

What if the sun doesn’t come up tomorrow morning? What if it never set?

What if time stopped? What if it were turned back?

What if God didn’t love me?

What if my guardian angels quit?

What if I didn’t wake up in the morning? What if I never existed?

What if I was granted second-sight?

What if I didn’t like what I saw? Then again, what if I did?

What if I’d never had the pleasure of making love?

What if I hadn’t been blessed with my child?

What if my marriage fails? What if our relationship disintegrates?

What if I won the lottery?!

What if I didn’t care?

What if I didn’t ‘what if’ all the time?

What if I was happy and satisfied?

What if my life was a disaster?

What if I was rich and famous? What if I had no friends?

What if I had no future? What if I had no plans?

What if I lost twenty pounds? What if I gained thirty?

What if I dyed my hair red? What if it turns gray?

What if I didn’t know what I know about the past?

What if he hadn’t told me how he really felt?

What if I died without knowing these things?

What if someone special hadn’t died? What if someone else had?

What if . . . what if . . . what if …?

What if my life amazes me and I amaze myself?

I can live without knowing all these things, as I have no choice!

 

©2014

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