Daily Prompt: Slowly


Today’s prompt was slowly. As it would work out it is a perfect word for today; in so many ways.

Slow is how my day started. Not totally because I was groggy and sluggish but also because I had prepared time for my mornings to start slowly. Breakfast, a peach and hardboiled egg, on the porch watching the sun slowly break the tree line. I took time to enjoy my slices of peach and the dryness of the yoke. My outdoor mouse eliminator slowly stretched and snoozed under my chair. Surly tired out from a night of slowly stocking any creature worthy of sacrificial offering on my walkway. A soft breeze meandered around tickling leaves and grass stocks. The moment made me never want to leave but the day was calling and I withdrew to complete my morning tasks before my commute to work. Preparing to leave, my roommate came upstairs to grab the breakfast I had prepared a few minutes before. She, in a constant panic, grabbed and tossed and rushed in a mad hurry to get out of the door on time. She was crisis to my tranquility. I waited, impatience starting, while in her struggle to get her day started she was already running late. Coming down the stairs toward the garage she is a mess on feet. I had waited so that I could close up behind her. Now more flustered she jetted out of the stall and down the road. I slowly closed up the garage and started my truck. I plugged in my iPod and set a book to play. I was transported into a different galaxy I set cruise control and made my way towards my work. A Buddhist monk would be proud of my thoughtfulness in each step I took. Watching where I set my feet and how I move; putting thought into each movement. It slowed down my world. Made me think of the things that upset me and set me spinning was not as important.  My walk from car to office was relaxed and as the day slowly moves towards noon and evening, I try to keep this slow tranquil mind. I try to take my time and do everything with purpose. It is tiring. It is so much easier to go off without thought and be frantic and a mess. However, it leads to a much more cluttered mind.  A much more cluttered life. It is better to live slow. Stop and smell the flowers or at very least revel in the patience they have waiting for a solitary bee to come and sample the nectar.


Magical Weekend

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So after working over two weeks straight, (why do I do that to myself) I finally had a couple of days off. On my first day off, Friday, I took the time to do all the house cleaning that I have been putting off. Made food and spent the day slowly. Not rushing; not on the clock. It was lovely. Saturday, I worked another overtime shift. Work was busy and the time went by quick. That night I packed and prepped my kitties for being away overnight. Sunday morning we got up fairly early to start the drive to the big city. My roommate had worked until 2am and I volunteered to drive the 1st leg of the trip. It was raining and dull. I listened to the audiobook of 2001: A space odyssey. It was a wonderful diversion. After a short nap my roommate took over the wheel and we drove around one of the largest lakes in the state. My mother happened to call at that point and after telling her where we were she had an interesting local lore tidbit. My grandfather’s Uncles and Aunts died on that lake. I was a little awestruck and thanked her for such an interesting snippet.  Slowly we continued our drive that was only slightly delayed by construction. Our hotel boasts the largest water park in the area. However, there was no pool for guests unless you paid for the water park. Our room was lovely and large. After a few moments of relaxation we prepared for a night of fun. We had tickets to Disney’s the Lion King with off Broadway cast. I was super excited. Before the show, dinner was planned at an Indian place not far from the theater. The food was amazing; full of flavor and new tastes. We walked two blocks to the theater and took our seats just before the show started. And WOW. That’s all I can really say. The opening scene just like the movie was grand. All the animals of the plains coming to acknowledge the birth of the future king. The voices of the actors were beyond my expectations. The costumes just…. WOW. An elephant came down the aisle, one person in each leg. Giraffes were walking around on their stilt like legs. Zebras and antelope pranced over the stage in magical flight. It was amazing. The actors played their characters with grace and knowledge. It was the best show I have seen. Afterward we wondered over to a British inspired pub with a bowling green on the roof. We threw back a couple of pints and watched a band encourage drunken movement from the crowd. It was fabulous. A wonderful evening full of fine dresses, lovely food/drink, and magical moments. A perfect evening. The next day, Monday, a quick tour of the mall and a better stocked liquor store then at home, we made our way home, and back to the daily grind.


rainy day.jpgThe weather is getting me down. It feels like winter in July. Sigh. Here is a poem that I hope is uplifting.


Henry Longfellow

The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Tomorrow is Yesterday FINAL!

Hey here is the final part of my story. Hope you have enjoyed it!!!! Thanks for reading.


“Hey there, welcome to Mike’s Marina,” said the bartender. The bar was pretty much a shack with no sides. There were a few tables were surrounded by plastic chairs. The bar was on the wall that was shared with the marina. I walked up to the bar keep. He was dark, blond, and very handsome. In the back of my mind he was vaguely familiar but I did not know from where. I grabbed a beat-up stool a few down from a true fisherman. The fisherman was shaggy and shirtless. His jeans had grease stains and holes at random places. In his hands was a half of a beer and he was talking to his neighbor about the huge one that got away and no one ever saw. I smiled. It was so perfect.

“Whatcha want?” The bartender asked me as I scanned over a menu.

“What’s good?”

“Everything is pretty good. I like the grilled chicken.”

“Mmmm! Grilled Chicken.” I said in full Homer Simpson style. I knew this was going to be the best place. The bartender smiled and slightly rolled his emerald eyes at my childish humor. I ordered the chicken.

“Fries or onion rings? You want anything to drink?” I got fries and a beer and started some small talk while my food cooked.

“How’s the season starting?”

“It’s going well actually. Enough tourists to keep the bills paid but not enough to annoy the locals. Where are you from?

“That obvious that I am not from here? Virginia. I am staying the season if I can keep myself entertained long enough.” I smiled because I knew that I would have no problem keeping myself entertained.

“Yeah, well you are not very tanned… not that you look bad…”The bartender quickly backtracked blushing. “Virginia is quiet a drive. What kinda entertainment are you looking for?” I smiled not offended in his blunder. It was fun to see someone shyer then me. He was cute!

“I will have to work on my tan I suppose. It is still cold up north. Yeah I wanted to get away from the rush of Virginia. So are there any local bands? I could work for my tickets.” I felt so smooth trying to hint at my goal of finding random temporary work. I wanted to do random work for people and just bum the summer away. I knew I must be crazy if bumming a summer away sounded like fun.

“Yeah you won’t have to work hard at a tan. We are actually having a show here tonight. Jack Johnson lives a few islands away and comes by to play at random times. I could actually use some help. Mikey decided to go off to college this year so I could use an extra hand.” Perfect I thought this was exactly what I needed.

“OH! I like Jack Johnson. His songs always make me smile. Jessica.” I offered my hand.

“Eric.” We shook hands and I knew that I had found my guardian angle. My food came and I ate in silence. It was delicious. I was wrapped in warm sea air sitting in an open bar as the sand and wind played tag across the floor. I finished my meal and told Eric I wanted to check out the town but I would be back when he needed me. He gave me a time and suggested I stop by a few shops. I thanked him and set off with a happy heart and full stomach.


I spent a few days helping Eric out and getting acquainted to the locals. There were a half dozen boat captains that all wanted a pretty girl onboard. I knew that would only lead to trouble. I met the other shop owners and had a few people offer me some temporary work. I was assured that I would never go hungry and if I need a place to sleep I was welcome at most of their couches. I thanked them from the bottom of my heart and worked hard at any task they offered me.

At night I would wonder back toward my car, a little tipsily, and curl up under a tree by the edge of the beach and watch the stars come out. I have never seen so many stars as I did on my nights on the beach. The soft hum of the waves hummed me to sleep. It was heavenly. I surprised a few people that came across my wallow but on the whole no one bothered me. In the morning I would take a swim and play with the fish on the reef. I got better and better at free diving. I was able to barrow then buy a pair of fins. My skin darkened quickly and I quickly became leaner and stronger. After looking for new fish and shells I found an outdoor shower at the park and washed the salt water off my skin. My auburn hair bleached and became strawberry. These changes all took place with in three short weeks.  I wished my time here never ended.

Then the next day I woke to beeps. Lots of beeps. I was groggy and felt stiff. It was hard to move; my eyes wouldn’t open. There was a weird smell that assaulted my senses. I tried to get up but found my arms and legs were not responsive. A panic slowly started in my gut and rose up my chest. I managed to get my eyes open but the lights were too bright. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t move. Pain started in my legs and radiated up toward my head. My eyes finally focused. I saw wires and cables coming from my arms and under the thin blanket that covered me. The beeping quickened. A person wrapped in white quietly came in the door.

“Good Morning, Jessica. Glad to see you finally awake. You were in a coma.”

By Heart (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt suggested I recite something by heart. Two things come to mind one is the Lullaby Wynken, Blynken, and Nod and the other is If– by Rudyard Kipling. I learned these poems and a few others when I was in a dark place in my life and I needed to focus on something else. So I recited poetry to block out the bad days. Here are my two poems. I hope they encourage you as well.


Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe —
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea —
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish —
Never afraid are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam —
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘Twas all so pretty a sail
 it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.


If– Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
  But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
  Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
  And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
  If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
  And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
  Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
  And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
  And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
  And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
  To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
  Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
  Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
  If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
  With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
  And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.



In God We Trust!


Happy 4th of July! Take a moment to read the complete version of the Star Spangled Banner. And while you are listening to the bombs bursting in air think about Sir Francis Scott Key watching our banner yet wave though the night. Imagine what he felt in hopes that as dawn rose the next day our flag was still there.


O! say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust’
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!