For this weekend’s Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, which I’m writing on Sunday, the prompt is to use a word that starts with “over.”


When I see you again,
That face which I find so beautiful

As I warmly embrace
This lovely person who is precious

Of being together,
Even after only days apart

Happiest Times

For One-Liner Wednesday, I turned to the page for today (May 10th) in my copy of The Wisdom of Fulton Sheen and found this gem:

Our happiest times are those in which we forget ourselves, usually in being kind to someone else. That tiny moment of self-abdication is an act of true humility: the man who loses himself finds himself and finds his happiness.

Ven. Archbishop Fulton Sheen


Kriti has given us another LiSb prompt this week, and it is about childhood. I was inspired by the swingset that used to be in my backyard when my brothers and I were growing up.


The swingset:
     back and forth
     back and forth
     flying high
     and jumping

The monkeybars:
     back and forth 
     back and forth
     blistered hands
     and happy

The slide:
     up and down
     up and down
     climbing up
     again sliding

And always delighted


Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite type of weather?

Today, WordPress asks us about our favorite type of weather. It reminded me of my least favorite type of weather: heavy rain, especially prolonged rain. This is, unfortunately, the type of weather we have been experiencing lately, which has been horrible for my mental health and at least part of the reason why I have been having such a hard time for the past 2 or 3 weeks. Today — hooray! — we had a fairly warm day with plenty of sunshine.

Upon the Earth,
Warming ground and grass:
Shine on my upturned face
To renew mind and body,
And help my hope to replenish,
For I’m thirsting for your healing rays,
That I may smile for many days to come.


there is only one of you
in all existence —
there is only one of me,
we are made purposefully

This is a pretty simple poem, but I wrote it today inspired by some prompts and thought I would share it. 🙂

I took this photo while on a walk

A Kindred Spirit

I wrote a cherita for FOWC: Hinder, MVB: Melancholy, and MLMM’s Sunday Confessionals. It’s not about a yearning from that long ago, not specifically, but on a deeper level I guess it is about the longing for hope and being deeply loved.


Your melancholy nature does not hinder you from laughing,

From leaning over wheezing from so much merriment; and
My melancholy nature does not hinder me from finding

So much hope in the mere presence of such a man -- When
Our eyes meet it is as two hearts are beating in unison; come,
Help me find the words to songs heretofore unsung.

A Poem From 2020

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I have a poem written on this day in 2020. I titled it “Succulent,” and it was in response to the JusJoJan prompt of that day. Linking with today’s JusJoJan prompt.

I wake, and does it seem a normal day?
Yet dazzling moments need not be in lack.
Let gratitude and open eyes allay
All fears of scarcity which hide in back
Of mind; let little, happy moments stack:
Begin with sunlight streaming through this pane
Of glass, and greenery in stark terrain.

green cactus

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