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A Peaceful Morning Reverie

A Peaceful Morning Reverie

I take my first sip

of my hot, delicious breakfast bitter.

My toddler-

she crunches on her mini-wheats

as she leans over me ,

to watch me write.

Her little blue eyes-

cannot comprehend my written words;

she is curious all the same.

The night sky –

slowly gives way to light,

as the sun struggles

to greet a cloudy day.

The church bells chime;

it is 7:00 in the morning.

I sip my coffee,

deep in thought;

I revel in the morning peace-

thankful to awaken another day.

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Ode to Smokey

it's all about the eyes contest 03 Smokey (1 of 1) “RAINBOW BRIDGE” (author unknown)

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge, because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of hills, meadows and valleys with lush green grasses.
When a beloved pet dies, he goes to this place where there is food and water and warm spring weather.
The old and frail animals are young again.
Those who are maimed are made whole again.
They play all day with each other.

There is only one thing missing.
They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth.

So each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up. The nose twitches. The ears are up. The eyes are staring. And suddenly, one runs from the group! You have been spotted and when you and your special friend meet, you take them in your arms and embrace. Your face is kissed again and again and you look once more into the eyes of your beloved pet.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never to be separated again.

Last week we had to say good-bye to our dear feline friend, Smokey. She was suffering from a tumor on her head that had gotten infected and the vet said that she would probably not survive surgery, being that she was about twenty years old. There would have been no returning from her ailment, which would have only cause her pain and suffering as it got worse. Euthanasia was the only option, to give her a dignified, easy death without her enduring any more pain.  It was with very sad tears in our hearts that we said good-bye as we watched her gasp her last breath and slip away.

I have often wondered why it is ok for humans to be able to euthanize an animal that is terminal, but not to euthanize another human that could be suffering from the same ailments. Five states now support self-assisted suicide in terminal cases, and I am all for that! If it were me with a terminal illness, I would seek a more dignified way out. Why should someone have to suffer and withering away dying from a disease that they have no chance of surviving? Why has it been sociably acceptable to show animals the mercy of a dignified death but not our family member?

Rest in peace, dear Smokey. You were one of the sweetest cats that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. It was hard to say good-bye to you, but it would have been harder to watch you suffer and be helpless to assist you. I am sad, but I am glad that you are not in pain anymore. We will see you again someday, on the other side of the Rainbow Ridge.

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A Thought
by JKulo

As I was sitting there, in my favorite spot, in my favorite chair,
a thought crept into my head and I wondered if I dared;
to think that creeping thought that blankened my blue-eyed stare.
A reverie then came over me and swallowed up my despair.
Then the thought, it became a plot,
and I pondered it more and more-
but as quickly as it came to me,
the thought flew out the door!

Thoughts come and go and evade us and invade us on their own whims. They don’t care what time of day it is or what we are doing, or even if we are paying attention. Thoughts pay no mind, just as sometimes, the mind don’t pay the thoughts. I guess you could say, that thoughts have a mind of their own, and that we should embrace the rarity of being able to grasp onto one once in a while.

To a writer it can be an absolute hell to think up a fleeting idea and lose it as soon as it has been thought of. I have learned to always have a pen and some sort of notebook to jot down quick notes about such fleeting thoughts and ideas. Unfortunately in my case, a lot of ideas come to me for plots while I am dreaming. I am still trying to figure out some kind of sleep gadget that can catch my thoughts while I am sleeping, because it is just not practical to get up, turn a light on and get my pen and paper to jot the idea down. By the time I would have gotten up and blindly reached in the dark for the string to turn on my light, the thought would be gone! I could only ever dream of having such an awesome at my own writer’s will…for now, I’ll have to do it the old fashioned way and jot down the few things that I remember while I am awake!

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Ode to POEtry

“A Dream Within a Dream”  by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
 
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! Yet how they creep,
While I weep, while I weep!
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

One hundred and sixty-six years ago today, the literary world lost a great, though at the time, they did not realize how great he was. The death of Edgar Allan Poe was surrounded by as much mystery as his life. No one is sure how exactly he died; only that he was found on the 4th of October roaming the streets of Baltimore and that he died three days later in a hospital. Some speculate that his bouts of alcoholism throughout his adulthood was the cause, others think he may have suffered varied ailments from rabies to a brain disease.

No one is sure of the exact cause of death but one thing is sure, his life was as dark and full of angst as the poem above. He lived and he mostly failed at succeeding in making a living at writing, (he did not become very famous for his works until long after he passed) and it took its toll on him in the end. He did what he loved to do, and he lived as hard as he worked at writing. He left behind beautiful yet dark writing, and I hope that he is living the dream that he was hoping to wake up in.

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The Awe of Childhood Magic

Having a 21 month old baby girl who is enthralled by anything Tinker Bell makes me wish that fairies really did exist. Having a not-so-baby girl who just turned 17 reminds me that they don’t exist.

Children often get lost in the awe of childhood magic. They find magic in just about everything around them and then all of a sudden, the magic is gone. Where does the magic and awe disappear to? Nowadays, little is left to the imagination when you can literally Google everything under the sun! (I actually just did Google everything under the sun and the first results that popped up were for a box set by Sublime)

An annoying blister on my right big toe distracts my train of thought. I stop writing to tend to it and pop it for the 4th time since yesterday. It is calloused but keeps swelling back up with fluid anyway. I suspect that the culprit would be my sneakers that are causing the blistering on my toe, since I have not worn them in several months. My feet have worn nothing but flip-flops and my Keen sandals. My feet, particularly my right one, doth protest the sneakers.

As I watch the puss pool out from the safety pin made puncture, it hits me; Life is full of blisters and is not always rainbows and butterflies .As the blisters our lives pop and ooze, a callous is formed, letting less and less of the magic in as time goes on. That is what happens to the awe of childhood magic-we grow up and we grow calloused.

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Autumn Bliss

I walk. A LOT! I walk every chance that I get to, which is quite often when the weather is agreeable. I love the outdoors and getting fresh air and never pass up an opportunity to do so.

I think. A LOT! I do a lot of that thinking while I am walking. I zone out while I am pushing my baby girl’s stroller and I get lost in thoughts. Sometimes I am thinking about things to write (key word being THINKING here, because most of it never actually gets written down) and other times I just get lost in positive thoughts and thanks for the beautiful weather and the beautiful surroundings around us while we are out walking.

This morning my baby girl and I headed out for a walk on to enjoy some warm, 50 degree sunny weather. I planned to take some pics to test out a new zoom lens that a friend sent to me last week, ( thank you very VERY much Kim D.!!!!) only to realize after we ran our couple of errands that I forgot the memory card at home.

I resigned to mentally brainstorming ideas for my blog as we sauntered along, soaking up some of the last rays of sun before winter takes hold. Like I said before, I am always THINKING about writing, but never WRITING! (interesting fact: I am about 98% thinker and 2% writer) Then it hit me: I need to stop being so much of a THINKER and start being more of a DOER! I need to discipline myself and set aside time each day to do some writing.

Then I got to thinking, just how much writing I can accumulate in just the time that my baby girl naps every day. Being a stay at home mom means that I do not get the time to concentrate on writing while she is awake. (TRUST me, anyone that writes and has kids, does not successfully concentrate on writing whilst a toddler is running around. It is simply not possible to give both the attention that they need!)

My mind then shifted in thanks for the beautiful weather, and for the opportunity to enjoy a nice walk. Autumn is bliss to me, especially  knowing that winter lurks around the corner and that we probably only have about a month more of walkable weather left.

On that note, I head off to edit some photography, since that too, is best done undisturbed. I leave you with this Thought for the Gallery today: It’s okay to be a thinker, as long as you be a doer as well. Life is better lived if it’s not just thought about.

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This is a Test

first signs of autumn

This is a test…this whole blog thing. I started it on a whim, after thinking for many months about it. In all actuality, my first blog that I posted yesterday was the actual test of my new blog, when I created my website. To be honest, that post was written in a rush to test out my blog and see how it works. I promise that future posts will have a lot more than a handful of minutes put into them.

When I started up my blog and had to pick a domain name, I felt put on the spot. I had not actually put much thought into what I would name my blog. I like to write little clips of thoughts and then it hit me just like that- The Thought Gallery. What a perfect name for a collection of random thoughts (aka-a blog)! Now I just need to start writing down some thoughts to add to my gallery.

I intend to use The Thought Gallery as a writing exercise, to sharpen my skills and craft. If I have an audience, cool. If not, no big deal, because I am doing it for me, and that’s fine too. An audience is preferred, since if I plan to try to make a living at writing, I need an audience to succeed at it. I have a lot of cool ideas in my head, and that’s the problem; they are in my head and not out on paper making me a living! I started a blog with the intention of getting some of these ideas out of my head and doing something productive with them.

My blog needs work and I know this…I am new at it but I expect that over time as I write more, it will get easier for me to do. I am up in the air about how often to make a post, and then I think-why limit it? Thoughts come and go on a whim as often as I write on a whim. My site will grow as my writing grows so I will just see where it leads me. Welcome to The Thought Gallery!

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Welcome to the Twenty-teens Technology Takeover

Thirty years ago, when I was what was not yet referred to as a tween, if you had told me that in the not-so far future that I would have the ability to make a video call, I would have scoffed at you. I would have expressed the wish for such a gadget as I had many times as a youth, but I would have scoffed at you nonetheless. Stuff like that only existed on Start Trek!

Flash forward thirty years. I type this (first) blog on my Windows Phone as my toddler watches a movie on a laptop. Three decades ago if you had said the word “laptop”, I would have thought you were referring to a table that you put on your lap or something. I would have scoffed at you if you said that aforementioned laptop would replace the conventional typewriter, as well as accomplish a multitude of other office tasks. Technology knows no bounds; from the Gramma that Skypes with her grandson every day on her laptop to the toddler gleefully swiping the screen of an iphone6 handed to her from her impatient mother in the checkout line, eager for a quick fix to occupy said toddler.

Welcome to the Twenty-teens, the age of technology that we once thought only possible in a Star Trek episode!