The Fire of Red Birds Imagination

As my pen’s ink shot across the page in freehand the fire before me blazed. Seems as if the fire was also alight in my imagination as I churned out the words of my first short story. This time of recovery has greatly encouraged me to publish two books on Amazon. Which, God-willing will fair decently come debut day. Lord knows I have whittled away at those stories for a mighty long time. It takes a good long time to write. I do believe I will publish more, as I feel it’s my calling. My books, “A Close Call” and “Falling to Daughter Zion”, will debut on December 25, 2018. Please check them out on Amazon Kindle.

I’ve been watching The Beginning of Z and it’s quite amazing that Scott Fitzgerald created such phenomenal pieces of literature. Not that I’m completely gung-ho about Fitzgerald’s books they are a literary masterpiece, I believe. I’m not going to judge character because that’s not fair.

Today I saw a red bird out of the only window within sight of my bed. Seeing it made me so happy as if it was the carrier of new hope for this changed life I so dramatically stepped into… Or hobbled into, rather. But gettin’ hurt just means you’ll come out stronger. I feel stronger… though weak. That red bird did that for me. It’s funny how something so simple as nature can encourage you through dark times. Like a resplendent fire burning throughout this seemingly endless winter of suffering.

I am very blessed to have a safe place to stay while I’m recovering. God is good and life is a blessing. Let positivity shimmer through your life and begin every day anew.

When You Feel like Exploding

My mind is a war field it seems. I’m sure others can commiserate with me on this. Torn between pain and remission it seems. The pain came from the sutures and staples taken out of my foot today. It was a sharp cutting pain that hasn’t gone away. If it wasn’t enough pain to have the sutures and staples yanked out, just seeing my foot was enough to make me dizzy and somewhat faint. My foot though completely bloated was bunion free.  After seeing that my mind went numb I just can’t put emotion on how I felt… thankful? Definitely. shock? Especially. utter grief? Indubitably. Maybe, what I feel about it is just a mixture of those. I’m very thankful that I may have a real chance at an active life after this with fewer limitations.

After my painful encounter with tweezers and other doctors tools for taking my sutures and staples out my foot was wrapped again in gauze and cast. It’s blue. Which apparently is cheerful, but honestly, I don’t think if it was rainbow it would make me cheerful to be hauling my leg around in 5 extra pounds of cast and gauze. Just my opinion.

When he did put the cast on to cement it he used hot water. Which let me tell you, burned somethin’ fierce on my leg.

I slept 8 hours today. That’s crazy. I never sleep that much. I think the shock and on the way home pain caused me to be such a lazy bone. I did stay up till midnight reading so that might explain part of it. And I didn’t have any coffee today. Traveling and pain really wears a girl out though.

Well, for now, my friends keep your chin up and look toward a brighter future. Short-term sacrifice for a long-term gain.

 

Powdered Sweet Memories

The heat of the logs lit into sparks on the wood as you cracked to rocks together. Before long we had a roaring fire as you prepared the tarp into a lean-to tent.

The night sky was black a pitch and the stars shown like diamonds. The campfire smoke obscuring Orion like a wedding veil.

As the night grew long we listened to nature’s chorus and the cicadas long droning on as if the night were endless. Some things are endless I suppose. At least that’s what we felt on that night like our love was endless.

Doors off

Riding with the doors off

We had forgotten a blanket. Haha, totally think that was planned… Anyway, we cuddled down together beside the heat of that flickering fire. And talked about our lives and childhoods for hours it seemed. So different yet so similar.

Then you surprised me with Bedouin tea that you made over the fire in a metal pot we’d bought at the thrift store. You had purchased all the ingredients. Within minutes wafts of smoky cinnamon, hot cardamon and anise floated up and covered me. we had picked out funny mugs at the thrift store too! I had opted for a mason jar. I guess the tea was good and hot like its preparer…

The moon reflecting over the lake sparkled enchantingly. Reflecting the moon as if it knew its every curve.

A beautiful reflection of life.

I believe that such as the water knows the moon so do we humans choose who we know as our moon.

 

blue universe

Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Pexels.com

 

Now I sit in the window regaining my health after surgery gazing longingly at the moon.

                            Hoping, wishing for your safety and your sweet return with me under the moon and the stars that give me hope.

Traps and Coffee

The cold wind hit my Columbia jacket with a gust of unknown excitement as I circled wire into a double loop. Hint. hint. hasenpfeffer… I’m always up for a challenge. And when my dad doubted my idea of trapping rabbits I had a challenge. So I watched a couple videos on Youtube about making rabbit snares. And I found a Hasenpfeffer recipe. Though I have no idea how to cook rabbit. There’s an old rabbit trapper in town though that might share a couple rabbit cooking secrets with me. I’m all about survival living, or homesteading is probably closer to what I like. I think it would be awesome to have a veggie patch, a couple fruit trees and then for protein rely on hunting or trapping. A living off the land lifestyle appeals to me. And rabbit trapping is where I’ll set my first snare.

I’ve been told rabbit tastes like chicken.

Why, you might ask did I get this sudden enthusiasm for trapping rabbits? Today is the first day of a new year for me and I felt as if I had to do something extremely new and totally out of my comfort zone. Now, of course, I am at the farm alone for the large part of the day. I can’t drive, also there’s no vehicles here, so that limits my activities substantially.

So, I occupy my time with fresh bursts of creativity and living authentically. It’s a limited life but I sure push the seems of it. Also, college applications are due and learning doesn’t just stop after college I am an active member of EdX which I thoroughly enjoy because you can study anything under the sun and most classes can be taken completely free! Hmmmm… trapping?

Just kidding I’m taking a English for Journalists and a Basic Spanish 2

Hopefully, the Spanish 2 course can prep me to complete the TEFL certification and travel abroad.

Repetition doesn’t create memories, new experiences do.
-Brian Chesky

 

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” –Marcus Aurelius

blue universe

Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Pexels.com

In with Anesthesia Out with Flat

“Well, it looks as if we have a date!” My doctor proudly exclaimed as he entered the room. Sitting on his spinning stool he was very good at holding a poker face. 

He then described what anesthesia he’d use and about the post-op medications and how I should keep my foot elevated. Oh lord, help me through this! I am hoping to read, achieve my TEFL certification and listen to a lot of audio books.

My surgery will be arch reconstruction. Oh joy! it seems nearly a year ago that I wrote a poem about arches. Haha! Little did I know. 

So it will come to pass, the life-changing surgery and my year long recovery.