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If it be but just a trace…


If it be but just a trace I leave in this world,

not a footprint for some to find or follow,

if it be but just an impression, my words or deeds

said or done once upon a time or place,

or even just a hope it be remembered today,

or maybe even tomorrow,

it is enough. I’ll not seek to strive for more,

for it may be just a trace

that impacts another’s life, or just tucked inside their heart.

Then it will be a life well lived,

not one gone with remorse or regret,

for that trace, I leave behind

is enough because it’s mine.

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

This post was done for the Daily Post word prompt. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/trace/


Hurry! Shoot me, quick!

Winter is coming.

He looked my way, his mouth full.

“Wait please! One moment.”

“Let me get my camera.”

A quick shot. Then time to flee.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

This is my post for today’s one word prompt for The Daily Post word prompt.

The annual quest for Colorado gold

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Every year when the leaves turn and Autumn arrives we head out, on our quest to look for the best places to photograph the changes in color and the Aspens turning a bright golden-yellow. And sometimes, a shot of something else will do too when we stop to explore along the road. The top photo is one of the Aspens in the Rocky Mountains seen off highway 7 between Lyons and Nederland, Co.

The bottom photo is one of Barker Dam off the road on the way down to the city of Boulder. Timing, location and altitude can make all the difference in the color and changes seen. In some areas just a few days earlier, there was more color with rust and red tones showing in some of the plant life, brighter in places, but in others it had not yet reached its peak. Photographers with tripods set in place can be spotted along the road, as everyone wants to capture the gold.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

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When silence speaks louder than words

A silent response is often times the loudest, the unspoken message more clearly understood than a verbal one. Sometimes there is just nothing I can say in response to one’s perspective on something I have not formed a worthy opinion on. My silence is the only, and maybe the wisest response or reply I can give. The tongue is quick, and the mind a sharp retort, forming and verbalizing what often can be things we later regret, wish we had not said, and cannot take back.

Wisdom is something I have always sought, like Solomon in the Old Testament Bible when it was the one thing he asked of God more than anything else. And being silent is one of those things that is a part of applying wisdom to a situation when we just cannot help, or add something of significance to what is already done, or said. It is times like that when my silence on something is loudest by not adding my ‘two cents’ worth, or rather my ‘opinion,’ if it is something that would offend or add conflict.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/silence/

Posted September 20, 2016 by Joyce in My Writings, The Daily Post

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Stairway – the ascending and descending in life, one step at a time

When I was toughing it out through the months of rehab after my two total knee replacements these last few years, to gain full use of the artificial joints it got easier with each step I took, over and over again. The more I took those steps in my stairway at home the easier and more comfortable it got.

In getting back to other things I loved, like hiking and bicycling it was a matter of being ready to advance to the next step in that ‘stairway’ on the mountain ridge in hiking, or climbing up onto the seat of my bicycle.

In life, I think that is true with the steps that allow us opportunity to ascend, or if necessary descend to a ‘floor,’ or level more compatible, conducive in ways that accommodate that which we are not ready yet to take. Those stairways can seem like the hills, or mountains in our life, taking one step at a time. Now, as I contemplate getting back to bicycling, another sport I loved doing – before knee troubles – it again seems like standing at the bottom of a stairway, not certain how, or if I can regain that momentum to ascend one step at a time to where I feel comfortable. It is not a decision I make easily, as I celebrate another birthday and look back on those things that I did when young, and wonder, Can I do it again? Am I ready?

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This is my post for today’s writing prompt in The Daily Post word prompt; Stairway

Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

 

I still love to dig

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly writing challenge: “Digging for Roots.”

I think the person I am is greatly influenced by the family I came from. When I wrote my first posts on my blog site a couple of years ago I told about the 30+ yrs. of genealogy research and work I’ve done digging into my paternal grandfather’s past and family. They were Germans from Russia, immigrated from Odessa, Russia (now the country of Ukraine) in 1889. Much of my research and information was used to create my current novel and project entitled, The Informant’s Agenda.

I was blessed to be able to travel to Russia and Ukraine in 1989 to commemorate their immigration to the U.S. and learn all I could about them and their own journey out of persecution and anarchy. I later learned too that their family were once originally from Jewish descent, then later converted to the Lutheran faith. These are the genealogical roots of my family that define me in such a way that makes me proud of my heritage, my faith, and my insatiable drive to learn more. I am so thankful for the opportunity to have made the journey, literally to the country of their origin, and also through the years of time travel with all the resources, books and research materials used so I could learn all I could about them. I have scrapbooks and binders so full of collected documents, records, old family photos, and Ged files that they cannot hold any more. Still I continue the ‘digging’ at times into my father’s side, and also my mother’s side from Germany . It is a legacy I will pass down to my children and grandchildren. It is a ‘dig’ I would not have traded for anything.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Ancient Family History

Below is my submission for this week’s Daily Post Writing Challenge Full Tanka

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/full-tanka/ 

 

I pulled from the box

old photos; dour faces

staring back at me;

There is not one, a smile; but

just their sad look that graces

 

our new family

seeking ancient history;

For all they will have

is what is left to pass on

in this box of old faces

 

so I pulled it out

and began with my long search

looking for good clues

but learned it was not to be

so easy once I started

 

so I shoved it all

back into the dusty box

where they all remain

together even this day

sealed inside their box coffin

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Footnotes on the above Tanka poems. This story poem is true fiction in the literal sense as I actually have over 30 years of successful family genealogy on my paternal grandfather’s German family from Russia with boxes full of not just photos of ancestors but piles and stacks of documents and many other resources used throughout the years as well as membership into one of the leading German Russian genealogy organizations. So, even though this story is fiction, my own family is not, and has a long heritage of Germans from Russia.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)


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