More of these “kernels.” Before long, I might have a whole cob!! Maybe even start remembering past events!
“Skimming through these old treasures, I had this thought: “What if I shared kernels, bits of my past from numerous journal entries?”
So, here I go, making myself vulnerable. Again.” – from Raw Journal Kernels- 1 and 2.
I remember now! Vacationing in Whistler, Canada.
Just for fun!
“Skimming through these old treasures, I had this thought: “What if I shared kernels, bits of my past from numerous journal entries?”
So, here I go, making myself vulnerable. Again.” – from Raw Journal Kernels- 1
Note: most of the journal entries were written years back at a coffee shop before hitting the gym next door.
Wrote this after visiting a small town where a small home sat a few feet away from a funeral home.
Hello fellow bloggers! For those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving, as well as those of you who do not,
Wishing you the very best and thank you for the follow!
Since my laptop took over, I haven’t journaled in many years. But, as you can see, I used to.
Skimming through these old treasures, I had this thought: “What if I shared kernels, bits of my past from numerous journal entries?”
So, here I go, making myself vulnerable. Again.
Please note: In order to be true to myself and to my fellow followers, this and upcoming entries are raw, unedited and scanned into this blog.
Patience is a virtue, the empress to us all
I yell to her, I seek her aid
But she ignores my call.
She jumps across a sage-lined fence
And into waters swell
My hope is that I catch her soon
And, then, my breath as well.
-CDW
Daily Prompt: Elicit
A friend of mine gave a copy of my latest book, The Last Bordello, to her mother, Del. She doesn’t email, nor does she know how to write a review on Amazon. So, she sent me a “real” letter! What a special gift!
First, thanks so much for liking my “shape” in previous posts.
When I posted The Shape of our Being, I mentioned how experiences shape our humanness. Here’s another example of the “shape” of Carolyn’s Being that shows up in my novels. I’ve posted Meta’s shape from The Last Bordello and Cono’s shape from No Hill for a Stepper.
Here’s Emma June from The Moonshine Thicket.
Kids at school say Scooter’s grain elevator doesn’t reach the top of the silo. That he acts more like a six-year-old than a thirteen-year-old. They don’t know diddly-squat. Scooter might not be the brightest penny in the cash box, but I’ve known him all my life. He has more grain than most of the numbskulls in Holly Gap, Texas and Scooter’s worth more than the whole lot of them. Wherever Scoot skips, bounces or walks, goodness grows in the footsteps he leaves behind. Without Scooter, everything would grow dead.
I can’t wait for you to meet Emma June when she finally gets out and about!
From The Moonshine Thicket:
Scoot will always be with me no matter how old I get. People often say, “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” I remind myself to never cross a broken bridge, especially if a gangster-wolf is lurking on the other side.
Scooter’s my bridge. He leads me across to a wonderful, magical way of looking at the world, one that’s never too dangerous to cross.
Daily Prompt: Mythical
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 