The sky grows dark. Thunder hails the approaching storm. The light in the lamp dims. It flickers. A passing dove stops to rest on the icon’s shoulder.
“Tell me, friend.” The great lady creaks in the wind. “What’s the news from the outside world?”
The symbol of peace pushes off from the knotted fold in the grand dame’s tarnished tunic and fights the gathering gale to perch on her ear. “Given the turn in the weather, it has been suggested that a cloak be stitched for you.”
“Now? But I’ve withstood greater storms than this for nearly thirteen decades. That’s not to say that a wrap would certainly keep my shoulders warm. And what of my standing invitation?
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
A cloak of such great length will Continue reading
Anticipation builds when a decorate-able holiday approaches. Eggs are hung from trees, reindeer are bolted to roofs, carved jack-o-lanterns are set at the door. The decor reminds our salivary glands of the marshmallow Peeps, chocolate-filled gold coins, and spiced pumpkin pie to come. So, we decorate to the nines. We cook for days, then stuff our bellies full. But before the football game’s over, it’s time to clean up and undeck-the-halls. The dried up boughs of holly get tossed, the spent candles are pitched, and the turkey carcass is made into soup. After Halloween, the skeleton is stuffed back into the closet – but, as in my case, only once he’s had the last word:
“Gather your vampires, witches, and bats,
Spiders, ghosties, and arch-backed black cats
Put them together with the goblins and ghouls,
Then load them up high on the backs of pack mules.
Or store them in boxes way up in your attic!”
The skeleton in my closet was downright emphatic. Continue reading
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Here a Mo, there a Mo,
Everywhere a Mo, Mo.
If you write or are thinking of writing, November’s got the MO
that will invite the muse and ignite inspiration.
First, the mother of MOs.
The MO that started it all Continue reading
‘Tis the eve of All Hallows. Gus embarks on a jaunt
to The Lodge at Devil’s Canyon, his Mummy’s favorite haunt.
Flying in the dark, astride his sister’s broom,
the wee ghoul soars in his snowman costume.
Until *putt-putt-poot* the broom starts to roll—
The gas tank is empty!
He’s outta control—
Zigging past witches, pumpkins, and bats,
Zagging o’er graveyards complete with black cats…
But then – an idea – and Continue reading
When a fortune cookie
and a photo challenge cross paths, the results can be extraordinary,
the sites of San Francisco made from 100,000 toothpicks
or Continue reading
When the craziness of the outer world invades my inner peace, a visit to a nearby happy place and a deep breath restores the calm: