Meditation on an Advent Wreath

Written with my Tuesday group with the prompt:  traditions that become oppressive! Long ago, in the pagan cultures of the far north, work and travel were severely limited by cold and snow as days grew shorter.  Farmers and their families would remove a wheel from their carts as a sign of surrender to the great … Continue reading Meditation on an Advent Wreath

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The Elf on the Ledge (copyright pending)

One day, before our writing practice, most everyone in the writing circle professed ignorance of the modern tradition called “The Elf on the Shelf.”  Although I am no expert either, I found myself compelled to write the following. The elf appears mysteriously on a shelf in homes where parents deign to invite him in.  “This … Continue reading The Elf on the Ledge (copyright pending)

Kittens for Christmas

I wrote this a year ago when my cats were just babies.  They’re much more disciplined now—ha! I was sitting on the toilet a half hour ago, getting a clear view of the leather belt I slipped through my denim belt loops this morning, and I noticed it—kitten teeth marks on the end of my … Continue reading Kittens for Christmas

The Little Hand-Held Electric Mixer Who Could

Written with my Tuesday group with the prompts:  cornucopia, apples, pies I like to bake but I don’t do it that often.  I don’t do it that often because I need to keep my blood sugar low.  But I don’t want to write about that.  I want to write about my electric mixer. Thirty-something years … Continue reading The Little Hand-Held Electric Mixer Who Could

Knowing she was sad, eleven crows

Knowing she was sad, eleven crows arrived with gifts:  delicate feathers chips of quartz and granite, short lengths of red and yellow yarn, crumpled bits of paper all colorful, some shiny with beef tallow others sticky and vanilla-scented.   How did they know? she wondered as they littered her winter green lawn with their offerings, creating a mosaic as vibrant as a Van Gogh night … Continue reading Knowing she was sad, eleven crows

Dia De Los Muertos

The prompt for this one was "nature's tranquilizer."  This is where it led. I had one of those nights when I thought I couldn’t sleep, when I thought my mind was turning over and over again a tired thought, a hazy dream, and then I rolled over, mumbling and wondering why I couldn’t rest, and … Continue reading Dia De Los Muertos

The Body Loves Slowness

Written with my Tuesday writing group with the prompt: the body loves slowness.  A bit of a farewell to summer! Sound is fast.  Light is faster.  The pungent scent of sour milk hits our nostrils fast and hard and bring instant tears to our eyes.  But the body loves slowness.  The body is heavy, whether … Continue reading The Body Loves Slowness