SLACKING ON THE DAILY POST – TRAPPED IN A BOOK – NaBloPoMo 2016 – 27 of 30

This post is late, two days late. I got trapped in a book, one I’d been waiting for to come to my local library.

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It is the ninth in his Safehold series and about 700 pages. All the books in the series are about that big. The story is complicated with many, many characters. Weber is an excellent story teller in the can’t-put -it-down mode of SciFi. Even a synopsis of the plot would take a long time and I try to avoid spoilers. If you are interested, it really is important to start at the beginning so as not the be quite lost. Number one in the series is:

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So, that’s what happened to my weekend.

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Sweet Dreams

Dream good dreams.

The Qwiet Muse

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Tonight . . .

Wrap yourself in
moonbeams,
softly close your eyes,
listen to the stars,
they’re singing
whispered lullabies.
Let the night
embrace you,
let it hold you near,
and sleep, sleep –
sleep in peace,
the morn is drawing near.
Waltz through twinkling stardust,
dance amongst your dreams,
catch a shooting star
while you dream a little dream.

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BIG ETHEL’S VACATION

New. from Hasty and Byron

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It has been awhile since I have written a duet with anyone. Thank you Byron Hamel for making this one amazing.

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She smiles down
Her warmth unseen
But undeniable
Her wings
Gust softly
Turn the world
She is the artist
Sculptor
Raising mountains
Painter
Coloring the sea
Rejoicing
She descends
To further gift
This beautiful creation
Closer she comes
Closer
Through the barriers
That slow and freeze
Joy fading from her skin
Impossibly
Her heart stops
She is somewhere
Dark
In peril
In a mire of golems
Screaming clay and mud
Chained by false freedoms
She redoubles
Cloaks herself in love
Compassion
Expectations shatter
There is war
Surrounding her
In empty suffering
Meaningless decay
Destruction
Disappointment
Heartache
Sorrow
Pain cracks through
Her skin
It bulges
Bursting as she watches
As we slay our brothers
Prostitute our children
Kill for entertainment
Corrupt everything
Twist truth
Abuse our reasoning
Our gifts dashed

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Actually, you CAN

Another good message from The Muse

The Qwiet Muse

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It’s in those moments we find our strength . . .

That little voice inside your head
says just give up, you can’t do this.
Not strong enough, not brave enough,
not smart enough for this.

You can’t

That voice? It doesn’t belong to you.
The only thing you cannot do
is believe anything it says
that’s the only thing you cannot do.

You CAN

Silence it, ignore it
tell it to go away.
Every time is says give up,

do it anyway.

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The Three of Us

Teamwork

The Qwiet Muse

img_0420We’ve been through a lot this year, the three of us. We managed to make it though the ups and downs, the triumphs and the failures, the joys and the heartaches. Most of the time I think we made a pretty good team.

Sure, we had moments when we were at odds with each other, but for the most part, I’d say we handled things fairly well.

When one of us broke down, the others were there to help pick up the pieces.

I know I couldn’t have done it alone.

We experienced so much together. It’s been a rough year in many ways, glorious in others. The pain we’ve been through, both physical and emotional, might have broken us if we hadn’t had someone to lean on. Some days it was too much and we tried to push each other away, preferring the company of misery, but we stuck…

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I Must Decide, but How?

Decisions, decisions – Ugh!

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I have a decision to make, it’s not a life altering one, but my choice will effect my family. I’ve been weighing the pros and cons of each option, and the weight of this burden is suffocating. It shouldn’t be this difficult.

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Both are things I must do, both have value. Why is it so hard to choose?

I know choosing one over the other will have repercussions, consequences I will have to face and I’m prepared to face them, but it’s like grasping hold of a double edged sword, praying I can balance its weight without injury.

Do I do what is best for my family or do I do what is best for me? An unanswerable question because when I do what is best for me, I am better equipped emotionally and mentally to care for my family, and when I do what is best for them, it…

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