In the eye of the storm   2 comments

Lighthouse in New England

 

Waves buck, lashing the sides of the boat. Wind thrashes the sea with every gust.

Did they get my SOS? There’s too much static. No contact. No connection.

The black of night pervades the skies. Rocks emerge, scraping across the hull.

I can’t see them, but feel them, tearing, ripping the keel.

A soft cone-shaped light rises from the mist. The lighthouse?

The fog lifts to reveal a bright moon. I hear the sound of a clanging bell.

I sense a presence, calming, peaceful.

The sea is stilled inside the storm that rages all around.

I am safely home.

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Footnotes; the above story is fiction, unrelated to any incident or event. The photo is one I took while on vacation in the New England states (U.S.) years ago. Because we covered so many miles and territory on this trip by car I cannot remember the exact location of this particular lighthouse. We took pictures of several of them where we went. It was an awesome trip, beautiful to see and visit.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

‘Connection lost’   3 comments

This is my response to The Daily Post

 

Whether by distance in virtual miles between when two who cannot come together often to nurture their relationship, or by something that intruded into a friendship causing a riff, there comes a time when one needs to put that one relationship in a ‘holding pattern’, or the pages of history. Use an opportunity to meet new people, build on a new foundation. Find a common interest.  Trying to hang on to, or resuscitate a broken or estranged relationship doesn’t always work.  Some are just not meant to be reestablished. It is better a part of the past, or history remembered in the ‘good old days’ of yesteryear, and keep good thoughts of the one lost. Some relationships are like a season in our life, or a chapter to the book I would call, ‘My Life; all of That and Who therein.’ Sometimes it is just important to start a new page, or chapter where we can begin with a fresh start, and connect with people who can speak into our lives something positive, lasting or not, giving us the opportunity to do the same.  One never can tell just who might come into our lives that makes that one opportunity or chance meeting all the worth while, and we’ve found a friend that accepts us the way we are, loves us where we are at, and encourages and inspires us in a way no one ever has.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Missing   5 comments

A spillway near a trail at Boyd Lake State Park, Loveland, Co.

The dive team disappeared under the fast-moving, muddy water, its angry reply to the flood that ripped through town days earlier. A protective barrier was set up as people stood speaking in hushed tones fearful at what they might find washed up on the river’s edge near the spillway. A group held hands, heads bowed, praying.

“We wanted to help a mama rabbit and her babies when the water came up like a big wave,” Ben told the officer with quivering lips, his wet body shivering under the blanket.    

Stevie held on.

“Found him.” The call came back.

“He’s alive!”

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

 

Alone, like the bird on the lake.   Leave a comment

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A lake near a walking trail we use in Loveland, Co.

Jenna felt as alone as the bird on the lake. The water was stilled, a channel with no place to go, like her. Now she was out of a job with no money, or friends. She knew the company would not take her back.

 

I can’t undo what I did, led to believe I could have it all. I believed him, the ‘CEO’ who promised the career move would secure my future. But, instead he manipulated me, wanting “things” in return, leading me down a lonely, dark path.

 

She heard a voice, “Jenna. Go back. Trust me.”

 

She looked.

 

God?

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Footnotes: The above story is fiction, not my own. I took the photo while walking on this trail with my husband and dog, Maggie. From time to time, I will post photos of places or things where I have been, and use the photo as a prompt for a short fiction story, or just tell a little about where the photo was taken with my own perspective on it. As always, comments and feedback are welcome.

 

Boldly posting whatever pops to mind   3 comments

Ever wondered when on a social media or blogging site how some posts just appear in the feed as if they had nothing else to say? Yet they post whatever comes to mind, obviously with little forethought? One can endure it, like it, ignore it, move on, hide it from your timeline, or log off. But, one can not always avoid it being splashed across the screen in front of their face while trying to get updates on friends, posting, or sharing. One might think, ‘What was that person thinking posting that stuff?’ But, some will say, ‘Everyone has the right to post and say or do whatever he wants.’ Right? Sure. You bet. We don’t have to like it, read it or respond to it. But, social media sites have now become places where it can be a dumping ground with disgusting pics, foul language in candid posts that expose it all. Their pics and posts have become their now personified ‘voice’.

When I first activated my social media accounts (Facebook, Twitter, WordPress, Google, etc., etc.) I vowed that when and what I posted, commented on, or responded to would have only encouraging, uplifting comments, photos, and words so that I would never regret posting or worry where they ended up like on the screen of a potential employer, literary agent or publisher, writing instructor, or even just a ‘real friend’ whom I valued too much to ever shock them, disappoint them, question or doubt our friendship.

OK. So anything goes and people do and say what they want.  If that stuff floats their boat so be it. In the long run, later on their posts and pics might sink their boat. One can entertain, gripe or complain, use it as a platform for their political agenda of sorts, share or shout whatever they want. Or one can use it to teach or train, bless, help or encourage, share what really matters, offer prayers of support, or just post a kind word for someone whose having a bad day and needing a ‘friend’ to just respond in a kind way. The latter is the kind of blogger, ‘friend’, or tweeter I would rather be, so I will not have to worry about things out there floating around in cyber space that one day comes back to bite me, and haunt me for the rest of my life.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Another place we call ‘home’   Leave a comment

 

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A young deer near the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park, Estes Park, Colorado

Bright and wild they grow

raising petals to the sun

dotting mountain sides

where game graze and run

through green fields of early dew

and nature thrives where abides

all things living, old and new.

It is a place where deer roam

the peaks on which the mountain stands;

Deercrest, a place we call, ‘home.’

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Footnotes: Deercrest is the name we gave our four-acre lot of mountain property located 32 miles northwest of Fort Collins, Colorado in a mountain resort community called Glacier View Meadows.  We have had our property there for over twenty years now and though we live in Loveland this is our other ‘home’ where we love to get away, and  enjoy the quiet and peaceful mountain air and rugged,  natural environment.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Revisiting old favorites in digital form   Leave a comment


The Colorado River runs between towering cliffs and sandstone bluffs.

It winds around meandering through like a Turquoise vein.

Mesas and plateaus rise above scrub brush plains.

Peering down into the depths’ steep massive canyon walls

to the aqua river’s shore are canoes and kayaksers

that push away with paddle and ore.

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Footnotes; the above photo is one taken while on a trip to the Grand Canyon’s North Rim. When I took this photo I could not get the kayakers in view as they looked so tiny at the bottom of the ravine. These scenic sites are phenomenal wonders in their natural unaltered state.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

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