We shared the river with a pair of osprey and their going last summer. Beautiful birds not afraid to take on the bald eagles that shared the river.
Category: Musings
2nd Moon of Spring
Great advice for this month’s Moon energy.
STARTS WITH A WHISPER–ENDS WITH A ROAR
If the wind could speak, would you understand?
Fantasy author E.D. Tice recently released his debut novel, Whisper, the first in a series aimed towards middle-school and young adult readers.
Whisper is the story of Whitney Roseman and her adventures in the northern wilds. Central to the story is her ability to talk to the wind, and the life-changing things she learns from those conversations. Readers young and old alike will enjoy Whitney’s pluck and verve.
The novel consists of a series of four short stories and novellas, each focusing on a different age in Whitney’s life. While beginning with stories of Whitney when she is 11, the second half of the book jumps ahead several years to when she is in high school. Readers will…
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To the ARM supporters, and ARM
Well said. Everyone should do their due diligence before sending their hard earned money to any organization. My solution is to donate locally that way I know the group to whom I have my money.
Dear Animal Recovery Mission and Supporters
I’ve been asked by others in my spiritual community to weigh in on the claims and charges made by your leaders against two religions: Lucumí (you know it as Santeria) and Palo Mayombe. I’m not qualified to speak on behalf of Palo Mayombe, and because of my relatively short period of time in this religion (14 years as a priest of Obatala and close to 30 years as an adherent) I’m loathe to speak at all. There are much older heads who should be speaking. But, I’m not one to keep my mouth shut against gossip and false witness.
First, my background: I come from a small, rural farming town that serves as the entrance to the Northern Neck of Virginia. I was raised on land that was once a huge farm, but farming ended about the time I was born in the 1960s…
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…be the light…
A poignant reminder. Thanks Natalie.
Not quite 3 years ago, when I was first working in the city, I met a young woman named Alice. We were waiting in line for food one lunch hour. I was in the flush of new job excitedness. The service was slow. She was in line in front of me, and I, emboldened by my flush of good fortune tossed out a comment meant to elicit a laugh. I got a small smile and we had slightly awkward conversation. Then it was her turn to order and I turned my mind to what I wanted.
As I got my lunch and turned to leave, determined to take my lunch back to my desk, I saw her sitting alone and there was something….I will never know why, but I stopped at her table and said something to the effect of “I was wonder….I’m just going off to eat by myself…if…
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3rd and last Full Moon of Winter
Beautiful.
Mystery Writing Is Murder
I have had the pleasure of attending one of Lauren’s lectures at our local library, and interviewing her on my Internet radio show. She is a funny, charming lady who always has time to point aspiring writers in the right directions.
Her characters’ quirks and eccentricities keep them fresh throughout each book.
American Journalist and Biographer Gene Fowler once said, “Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.”
Yeah, right. Try writing murder mysteries. Not only will drops of blood be forming on your forehead, but it will be dripping out of your eyeballs as well.
I’m sure any author of any genre will claim that theirs is the most difficult to write.
Take romance, for example. Girl meets boy. Boy meets girl. They fight. They realize their hatred for each other is really sexual tension. They give into “the urge.” They fight again. They discover they can’t live without each other. They get married. The End.
For a twist, let’s do romantic-suspense. Girl meets Boy. Boy meets Girl. One of them is a secret agent or hit man working for the government or undercover cop—whatever—one of…
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Lorikeet
Fantastic colors.
She Divorced Me Because I Left Dishes by the Sink
Sometimes it takes pain for lessons to stick. Hopefully your pain will help others learn without the drastic conclusion.
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It seems so unreasonable when you put it that way: My wife left me because sometimes I leave dishes by the sink.
It makes her seem ridiculous; and makes me seem like a victim of unfair expectations.
We like to point fingers at other things to explain why something went wrong, like when Biff Tannen crashed George McFly’s car and spilled beer on his clothes, but it was all George’s fault for not telling him the car had a blind spot.
This bad thing happened because of this, that, and the other thing. Not because of anything I did!
Sometimes I leave used drinking glasses by the kitchen sink, just inches away from the dishwasher.
It isn’t a big deal to me now. It wasn’t a big deal to me when I was married. But it WAS a big deal to her.
Every time she’d walk into the kitchen…
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Dark and light in one. Wonderful.
Paths I Walk 
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