Yesterday, towards the end of my work day, I was starting get uneasy feelings in the pit of my stomach; an intuitive feeling of something to come.  When this happens I am on high alert as to what may be the cause.

I was driving home my normal route when in the road I see a soft shell turtle that has made its way two lanes in on a six lane road. I thought he might be dead already when I saw his head poke out and try to survey the area.

I quickly found a place to park my car. Got out, shut the door and took off with a dash. I was in a desperate race against the changing lights of this very busy road. I felt I really needed to get there and I was hoping that I would make it in time to help him across the road. Last time I got a feeling like this, I wasn’t fast enough. I ended up watching a wasp rip the abdomen off a cicada and then leave it to die.

When I got closer to where the turtle was located, a new wave of cars were already making their descent towards him and at this point, his whole head was out and looking around searching for the safest route to go. As they got closer, fortunately he pulled his head back in. A car just barely ran over the back of his shell, just a tiny little tip. I screamed, I was very fearful for his life and have seen many animals that didn’t make it.

The cars were now driving over him, he was in the center under the cars as they passed. I got to the side of the road, perpendicular to where he was. I started to jump around and point in the turtle’s direction so people would see and not smash him. He was in the third lane now and was still moving while traffic was swirling around him. A big truck with a trailer attached saw and pulled around him as to not squish him and the cars behind him followed suit. One stopped in front of him to stop traffic.

I waited for the cars to pass, I then made my way into the road to pick him up gently on his sides and help him across. He was not happy about that. “Tough cookies turtle, this is happening.” I carried him to the grass patch in the middle that separated the six lanes of traffic, waited for the three lanes to be clear, and then made my way across the final three.

When we got there, there was nowhere for him to go…. I placed him on the ground and he tried to walk his path but he walked right into a chain link fence. They had recently put up a fence blocking the trees and plants on that side of the road (Because people are scum and they have to keep out the filthy garbage scumbags just throw about without a care for the effects their actions are having on the world around them). This fence was built all the way to the soil. No room for any creature to pass beneath to their homes on the other side. How people can possibly think that placing a fence all the way to the ground is a good idea, I will never know. Someone will be hearing from me about this. I was outraged as I stood there and wasn’t sure what to do next. I was worried if I took him back across that he would just get right back to it and there was a lightning storm on the way and I needed to be swift about whatever I was going to do. I called my husband and he advised I could bring him home and set him free by the pond nearby, but I didn’t like that idea, this was his home, this was what he knew. I decided to take him back across the six lanes.

Waiting and running we made it to the other side. Once I put him down again, he was super upset. He lunged at me a few times, trying to bite me. I urged him to please go back under the fence where he came from. I pleaded with the nearby cranes to assist in talking their buddy to go back under the fence. I wouldn’t leave until he did. Once a turtle picks a path, they will continue to try to walk that path.  Fortunately, after a long moment and a brief plea to my spirit animal about what should I do, leave it or take it home, the turtle made a decision and started its way under the fence from the direction it came from.

There is barbed wire there and his shell is all mutilated from being punctured while passing beneath it. I lifted the fence wire and he went on his way.

He got to the middle of the field before I turned around to go home. I noticed the feeling in my gut was gone; the turtle must have been what was coming. Always trust your intuition! You never know when it just might save a life.





It was six months ago, seems like only days

I was looking at you through a tear stained haze

So many words unspoken, so many left to say

Trying to reach out for you, I began to play

I play almost everyday, I long to hear you sing

With these strong emotions, memories soon begin

Music always in the air, a childhood symphony

Singing, dancing, laughing, smiling happily

Often there were bad times too, dispersed amongst to joy

Memories I reflect on I may or may not enjoy

But I don’t mind it much, when I’m looking back

Everything is as it should be, my life is right on track

I play for my kids too, songs I love to sing

I hope when they have children, they will do the same thing

I miss you more than, I ever thought I would

I should have spent more time with you, thoughts like that aren’t good

Instead I’ll learn from past mistakes, live life to the fullest

I miss you, I love you Dad, from your second oldest


Happy Birthday Dad, you are gone but never forgotten





Taking my next steps… Exercise 5

“Writing Better Lyrics” by Pat Pattison (Second Edition)

Exercise 5: Try writing a sentence or a short paragraph about these combinations:

  • Smokey conversation
  • Refried railroad
  • Hollow rain forest
  • Understated eyebrows

Now jumble them up into different combinations (For example, smoky eyebrows) and write a sentence or a short paragraph for each one.

  • Hollow eyebrows
  • Smokey rainforest
  • Refried conversation
  • Understated railroad

Original combinations:

We’d been talking for what felt like hours. I could tell his façade was starting to waiver. I was starting to wonder how long he could keep this up. Bottom line is, I knew the truth, and he knew that too. The smoky conversation began to choke me out once he started to overly exaggerate the details, blowing smoke in my general direction.

Poking his food about his plate, his food looked like a refried railroad. Refried beans were his least favorite park of Taco Tuesdays.

No audible sound could escape the clutches of my strained throat. I began to weep as my eyes swept across hollow rainforest. They had come and removed the trees and flattened the surrounding land.

Watching from across the room, I examined his beautiful features. His delicate eyes surrounded by his understated eyebrows. Chocolate brown hair falls strewn about in a very unruly way.

Jumbled combinations:

She stared down at his lifeless corpse. Sunken cheeks, hollow eyebrows, lifeless color; turning to the coroner and she gave a slight shake of her head. There he was, the man who gave her life, a lifeless corpse. Never again will she gaze into those blue eyes that held so much promise.

Ablaze and shrouded in chaos, the smoky rainforest was beginning to overtake me. Running along what I though was the path but, I could hardly see through the haze.

Our refried conversation was dry and bland; I had grown weary of the days travels and was ready to retire to a dreamless sleep.

Looking through old photos, I took notice of the understated railroad in the distance.


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Simply by Chance

Simply by Chance

Fingers tracing beautifully sculpted lips

Still entranced in sleep, oblivious

Leaning in, gently planting a delicate kiss

Fleeting as to not disturb sweet bliss


Retracing steps on how events lead to this

Resisting the urge to procure another kiss

It all started gentle and sweet

Sitting on a bench, wrapping up the week


He was the coolest, cutest boy around

All the girls agreed around town

Being quiet and meek never reaching for stars

Awestruck as he spoke, this moment was all ours


Seventeen years later, my heart still skips a beat

Only by chance did we even meet

Eyes flutter awake, I’ve been caught gawking

A warm smile greets me, indeed still heart stopping


via Daily Prompt: Trace





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Taking my next steps… Exercise 4

“Writing Better Lyrics” by Pat Pattison (Second Edition)

Exercise 4: Get a group of at least 4 people. Divide the participants into two equal groups. Have each member of one group make an arbitrary list of five interesting adjectives. At the same time, have each member of the other group make an arbitrary list of five interesting nouns. Then combine their arbitrary lists. This usually results in some pretty strange combinations.

Think about each combination for a minute. Take any combination and try to write a sentence or short paragraph from it.

Adjective: a word or phrase naming an attribute, added to or grammatically related to a noun to modify or describe it.

Noun: a word (other than a pronoun) used to identify any of a class of people, places, or things (common noun), or to name a particular one of these (proper noun).


  • Shimmering
  • Blessed
  • Sparkling
  • Passive
  • Jubilant
  • Ugly
  • Weird
  • Crazy
  • Untrustworthy
  • Horrible



  • Shop
  • Dog
  • School
  • Home
  • Person
  • Ghost orchid
  • Flats boat
  • Island
  • Great Dane
  • Mango



  • Our Great Dane seems untrustworthy today and this weird crazy person won’t stop stalking me.
  • This beautiful ghost orchid is shining next to my mango.
  • This untrustworthy person comes from a horrible home.
  • I took a flats boat to a shimmering island blessed with ghost orchids and mangos.
  • I was a jubilant person with a passive Great Dane.


  • The untrustworthy Great Dane said, “I’m going to pick my nose.” The weird crazy ugly person had a weird crazy dog. Then they went on a weird crazy flats boat and it was horrible because their snot covered the whole boat.
  • This shimmering, blessed, sparkling, passive, jubilant, ugly, weird, crazy, untrustworthy, horrible Great Dane ate the shop, ghost orchid, person, flats boat, island, dog, school, home and mango, then he slobbered on the boy.
  • When the horrible, weird, untrustworthy, passive, sparkling mango walked over to the shop, he went inside and found fish. He loved to eat fish. He had a lot of money for all those fish. He brought them home. He started the oven and put the fish in the oven and ate them.


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Sand of Time

Tick, tock, tick, tock, hands on the clock

Never ceasing, progressively moving forward

Locked in a never ending march towards eternity

Tick, tock, tick, tock, hands on the clock


Thoughts of where we came from, when, where, how?

Were the theories true, did it all start with a detonation, a big bang?

Was there another way, a way in which we have yet to think of?

Thoughts of the end, when, where, how?


Daily Prompt-Detonate



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