For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sharp.
And for all that Elwha and Sol Duc are so soft and purry, there are these sharp ends on their feet.


For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sharp.
And for all that Elwha and Sol Duc are so soft and purry, there are these sharp ends on their feet.


Taken last winter in early January in Northern Virginia.
My hummingbirds can fly even in hellacious weather.
I hope the tornadoes have stopped.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt hellacious.
Very sweet
and fast terete
sleek light boats
slim as stoats
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: terete.

Taken May 2015.
I have been thinking about family a lot this week. My mother’s family has been gossiping about me now for a decade and not one of them has ever talked to me directly about my father’s will. They have a story. They never checked it. It stars me as a villain. They seem to think I controlled attorneys, which is laughable.
I forgive them.
However, I think a decade is enough. I forgive them but I no longer want to reconcile. For ten years I hoped that they would talk to me. I have asked them to, more than one person, more than once. They say that they want to believe what they want to believe. I offered to send copies of bank statements to back up what I said. No. And a cousin silenced me by saying, “Don’t make me hate my sister.” The message is that I can be part of the family for some of them, as long as I remain silent as a tomb on this topic.
No. I won’t. And it’s just like all the silencing that goes on over the world. People say they would not stand by while someone is hurt, but my family sure seems to enjoy having me be the silenced gossiped about villain. I am sick of it. They can go to where ever it is that karma will take them: gossip, after all, is a sin.
And so I am reconciled. I am reconciled after a decade to adding these people to my list of dead. Our friendship is dead, my family feeling towards them is dead, I am not asking or waiting or hoping any more.
Forgiveness is a solo job. We forgive others.
Forgiveness is NOT reconciliation. You should not take an abuser back. You should not let someone treat you badly and refuse to listen to you and refuse to apologize. I know one person whose apologies run something like “I am sorry that you took offense to what I said/did.” Um. That is not an apology. That is putting it on me, it’s my fault for taking offense. The person has no intention of changing and does not actually care how I feel. I am not okay with that. The person is forgiven but there has not been a reconciliation.
With my maternal family, I am letting it go. I would like there to be more peace in the world but as long as people cling to having villains, to believing gossip, to perpetuating gossip and hatred and meanness, I do not think we will have peace in the world.
But in letting this go, I have peace in my heart.
Peace you and please peace me.
Ok, terrible pun. There is a path, but we diverged. Off into the woods, looking for mushrooms and different things.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I am reinventing myself now. After my fourth pneumonia, oxygen continuously for a year and now my fifth pulmonologist since 2012. He did not have much to offer. An inhaler but “We can’t be sure that it will keep you from getting pneumonia.”
Well. So with ME-CFS, myalgic encephalopathy chronic fatigue syndrome, now what?
I am at a fork in the path. At least three forks.
Many forks! Now I just need more spoons of energy!
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: reinvent.
The photograph was taken in September 2021. Where is the path? I got to hear Jonathan Doyle last night, with George Radabaugh on piano. FABULOUS!
I am very happy to have another poem up on Edge of Humanity blog. Thank you so much! I love all the art and photography and writing from all over the world. Check out the many contributors!
I recorded it on the day I wrote it as well.
A triple play: a loss, a gain, a change.
Yesterday
Yesterday our friendship died for good
A small death that won’t be noticed
I want to place a small cross on the day
to mark this death and life
life because my small child is gone
she grew up, now part of the quiet woman
who came to me in a dream
when you left
you move on and tell me you won’t change
so you will find another to draw close
and push away, terror
that you will be trapped
you already are, in your own mind
you say you want freedom
in refusing change, that is death
slow and alone, is lonely different from alone?
call it freedom as you wish
I want to grow, I want to learn always
you want your past, your dead
you tell me I am keeping you from your life
you have it back I say as music restarts
I don’t, you say, my brother is dead, my wife
I did not cause those
they happened before we began to walk
and yet you blame me
like an angry child
I am in the gardens wandering
I am in the gardens wondering
the gardens of the world
everything is a garden
though some are planted with skulls
and young people fighting
It is strange to feel whole
I do not know what to do with it yet
but I will
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I have fallen for this band. I am really enjoying them.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: triple.
This is part of the decorations in the park by the Kingston, Washington ferry terminal. I think this is a candy cane in the tree. I am afraid that the song that popped into my mind is NOT one of seasonal ones.
And here is another object, this one hanging in the sky.

Live long and prosper.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hang.
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