Six Word Saturday

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Six Word Saturday

Her exquisite ears...

Wordle 53. 

The words to play with were:

aches spangling cacophony ferment dragon coda

shimmy shelved ethereal abstract origami exquisite

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Her exquisite ears ached from the spangling cacophony. 

The fermenting dragon was shimmying on the shelf, 

like an ethereal vision of abstract origami, 

a coda to the dream running circles in her head.

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I need to admit that I have no idea if I have used these words correctly. 

This just somehow sounded good to me :-)
Any critical comments are welcome!

Chinese dragon

The Sunday Whirl.

Alone

I take a pre sunset stroll out on our deck. The air is cool and crisp. There is silence except for the evening solo song of a starling in a tree top, and the haunting screech of a seagull. 

I am alone here 

tonight.

I am grateful that I am not alone here 

permanently.

Arts and Crafts

Hi guys! Sorry I'm not responding to your nice comments at the moment. The reason is I'm on an Arts & crafts tour of Morocco, presently in Marrakech, having an absolutely wonderful time. There is wi-fi at this hotel, but unsure of the next ones. Anyway, I don't have my laptop, only my iPhone, and our itinerary is intensive, so time at the hotel is limited. Now it's time to go out for dinner. I'll be back after th 14th. Love to you all:-)

Sharing Thursday: At Home

Cliché:

Home is where the heart is.

True, but not the whole truth.

Home is when you have the freedom and support 

to create the person you want to be.

Home is your comfort sone.

Home is your shelter. 

Sharing Thursday

Mindful writing prompt #39: Rejuvenate, and Sharing Thursday: Pause

I have decided to combine these two prompts into

Rejuvenating Pause.

I try to get out on a photo walk as often as possible. These walks keep me alert and mindful, as I constantly scan my surroundings for photo opportunities. I feel rejuvenated both by the walk itself, and by the satisfaction of knowing I got some good shots. 

With the weather we've had lately, I started thinking that if it keeps up, I'm going to need a water proof camera. But last weekend the sky cleared and the sun came out. 

I love macro photography. Crawling on my hands and knees, getting really "down to earth", into the grass and moss. There's a miniature world there, and with the added bonus of dew drops and sunshine you can't go wrong. 

I pause, and perform acrobatics while really concentrating on keeping myself and the camera still. It's too low down even for my smallest tripod, and the grass is too wet to rest the camera in it. 

TIny cobwebs, only 1 centimeter/0.39 inches across, making the dew drops only about 1 millimeter/0.039 inches.

Nearby, I met the architect. She was too busy to stop and pose, so I had to snap a shot as she rushed by.

Higher up in the world, in bushes and trees, small tender green leaves are appearing.

Then, to end the day, another pause while watching a glorious sunset.

How could you not feel rejuvenated from pausing like this?

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Mindful writing prompt #39: Rejuvenate

Sharing Thursday: Pause

both on 

Writing Our Way Home

Rusty

Weather worn surface, 

coarse texture, 

beautiful play of earthy colors. 

Brittle, but still strong,

links intact.

Now laid to rest

among other old pieces of equipment, 

after years of good service.

This rusty old chain.

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A small drop of water

The world in a small drop of water, 

and a small drop of water in the world.

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The crafty alchemist

The crafty alchemist found great joy in sweeping the truth under the carpet. His scientific acumen was widely recognised, and gauged by his standing among his peers, there was very little chance of an investigation. His supple mind had long ago worked out the importance of keeping those rare oils and acids well hidden, leaving only some innocent looking juices out in the open. The herbal mixtures that he invented to sprinkle into these juices hid his real agenda. Meanwhile, his web of secrets grew as he tenderly cared for his true interest, and he also knew that he could never let the world share his knowledge.

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Wordle 49. 

The words to play with were:

craft joy supple alchemist gauge juices 

tender acid oil acumen sprinkled sweep

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The Sunday Whirl.

Embedded

Another rock heart

embedded in nature

yet standing out.

I love these love notes from the Universe!

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