Little treasures can often be as significant as big ones, or even more so. A deceased mother’s wedding ring kept in the center of a jewelry box, and occasionally tried on. A prized tuft of your child’s baby hair kept in a memory book, and occasionally used to stroke your cheek. Your favorite book signed by the author in ink, thanking you for understanding his/her words. These treasures may not be of huge monetary value, but they are priceless in your heart. Continue reading
Pluck me from this horrid place that I have lived in for so long. No, not from my literal home with you, my love, but from the jail of its inner rooms.
You know the jail itself is solely in my brain. Outside with you are miles of beauty. And yet you only ever look through my jail window at me, saturated by grey and black. Though I do see a glimpse of the outside beauty past your face, it seems surreal and distant. Your face looks sad and frustrated. I kiss it through the jail window, but we both want more. Continue reading
Just outside my library window, I spy the June blooming of my pink roses. They climb and rest on a large arbor that stands in the front of my house. Last year when the library window was open we sometimes heard the soft cooing of nesting mourning doves. The mother and father dove called each other to take over attending to their new squabs. The nest sat right atop the arbor hidden among the vines. Continue reading
As a tot, you had a thick round crown of beautiful brown hair, with a smile that charmed, and eyes that set my mind at ease.
You were always a quiet little boy, but when our family lost your grandmother I saw deep sadness in those eyes. They spoke of deep regret and loss. I cried with you and we hugged each other tightly, with your head softly upon my breast. Continue reading
You can’t imagine how excited my husband and I are that it is Memorial Day weekend! Of course this holiday is quite significant in its meaning, but it is also the first long weekend after almost three months. What’s more, it marks the reopening of our beloved quarry swim club. Later today we will create a picnic lunch and drive 15 mins to this most idyllic place; a fully spring fed lake created from a quarry hole dating back to 1928. Actually, when I think of it, the swim club represents a lot of sweet memories for us, and obviously for many other people in the area. Continue reading
It’s true that there are plenty of notorious people out there, but in my experience, the most notorious creatures I have encountered are birds. They are very intelligent creatures, and with that often comes a bit of naughtiness, sometimes extreme naughtiness. Don’t get me wrong, I love birds. Very much!
Here are a bunch of videos demonstrating some bird naughtiness. Most are short. Continue reading
I realize this is a photo challenge, but I could not resist responding to the word “security”, without a story attached.
When I was a young holka (Czech for “girl”) through perhaps 32 years old, I had very few fears. It didn’t phase me at six years old to walk two miles to school by myself. At 17, I didn’t mind walking four miles home. When I reached 21, I flew to Taiwan by myself and found a source of living. I went there again by myself at 23, then traveled throughout Asia. I wasn’t intimidated as a young woman. My parents weren’t scared, as many parents would be nowadays. That fact gave me confidence, as did my general fearlessness.
The first time I really started to experience major fear was when the worst of my mental illness struck. Continue reading
One week ago, my husband and I lost our beloved 15 year old parrot. He had been ill for about a month, but we were hoping so much that he was on the mend. But the two days before his passing he took a sudden turn for the worse, and it became obvious that he might not survive for much longer. Before he was up for another ride to the avian vet, he had another seizure (he had had two in the past month) and he was gone. My husband and I were devastated. We are both still in the midst of the grieving process, and feel a deep deep loss.
My parrot, Lima, was not just a beloved pet to me, but was for me, an unofficial emotional support animal. Continue reading
Hello readers. If you’ve made it here, then know that I am very very excited! This is my first blog post on a site like WordPress. My purpose in blogging here is to hone my writing skills, explore several topics that mean a lot to me, and serve as an emotional release for all of the goings on in my mind. Continue reading