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Ray and I: It Was the Usual Sunday

In My Life, My Man and I on April 30, 2009 at 2:29 pm

It was the usual Sunday around my house; always sleeping in as long as possible. That’s the way I did things back then, when I lived with my parents; stay out as long as possible and sleep in as late as I could manage. Sometime, later in the morning, he called me.

I remember his voice, so gentle and sweet to my ears over the telephone. When he spoke, it almost tickled my heart and brought me a feeling of calm inside. I loved hearing him talk to me on the phone. As we talked, he asked if I’d like to take a ride with him, in the afternoon. Of course, I did.

He pulled into the driveway in his old green Chevy Pickup (he could tell you what year it was, but he’s at work at this moment); side-kick riding in the back.

Everywhere that Ray went…Ray went…Ray went, Everywhere that Ray went…Ugly was sure to follow :o). This pup was his from the beginning of its life.

We went for our ride, through the back roads of Vermont, with the sunshine pouring down from the sky and the warm breeze sweeping through the truck. We talked all day, riding together. We stopped by the water for awhile and later, he returned me home…still no kiss, just the promise of getting together again the next day.

The next day, a Monday, we both worked and I anticipated our getting together that evening…all day long. After work, I returned home and got ready to see him. He pulled in, stayed a little while, talked with my mom a bit and we went off for a ride together. Every evening, he’d stop by and sweep me away for a little while. We’d ride and talk, that’s all…but that was perfect for me.

One night, we drove through his home town because he needed to stop by his parent’s house; that’s where he was living then. After stopping in there and meeting his parents, we drove down the road and sat by the water. It was a parking area down underneath the bridge that overlooks the river. We sat on the rocks, as Ugly poked around by the water and I wondered if he’d ever kiss me.

We talked awhile and then there was a time of silence. He glanced over at me, leaned in and yes, we kissed. I remember thinking how sweet he was, to wait…be so gentle in his approach. I really felt that moment and he had the greatest, most kissable lips a girl could feel upon her own. I knew at that moment, that this was deeper than us just being friends.

From the first night that I handed him my telephone number, not a full 24 hours went by that we didn’t find time to spend together.


Just so you know…

In Odd Me, Questions Answered on April 30, 2009 at 10:42 am
Many times, I’ve been asked how I write the way that I do; or if what I write is personal feeling. Where does it come from? Is there truth of my own life, in my writing? I thought I should answer this for you all.

Although ALL of my personal life writing is from experience; being true, real, honest and well lived…I cannot say that ALL of what I write (stories & poetry) comes from personal experience. Many of the stories that I share at Pictures, Poetry & Prose are inspired from the photo shared. I have the ability to stand back, to allow the story to be created without having found it in my own life (does that make sense to you?). I’ve written and totally astounded myself to what comes from me, because I’ve never experienced some of it.

Some think that you cannot write without having a bit of your own personal history involved. I stand (or write) as a witness that this is not true. When I write, I become a part of the story – it does not become me. I share my feeling through what I write – but it is not always from experience. I suppose I am able to share in this way because there is a sense of understanding within me.

If anyone ever has a question that they’d like to ask me about anything, don’t hesitate. I have no trouble answering when I’ve had time to think about my response. Remember, I’m not one of those “quick thinking responders”….I need processing time :o).

PPP-There She Sat

In PPP Prompts, PPS-Poetry-Prose-Stories I've Written on April 30, 2009 at 10:41 am
Everyone told her that he was a player but she didn’t want to believe him. They’d spent weeks together, laughing and holding hands. He said that he loved her.

That was all it took for her to want to share her heart with him, and give him everything that he wanted.

She thought she made it a special night for him. Afterward, he was so cold in the way he left her. She wondered if she did something wrong, but she didn’t. He said he’d call her today, but he didn’t.

She went for a walk and found herself at the old playground. Taking a minute to sit and watch the kids play, she heard a familiar voice; it was him. She turned to see that he was flirting with another girl.

Feeling disgusted, hurt, angry and used; she just sat there wondering what she should do.

She didn’t know that her older brother had been following her on her walk. She didn’t see him standing at the distance. She didn’t realize that he understood her so well or that he knew.

He took this picture to remind her, not to hurt her; but so that she’d know when the next snake came around…how she felt that day. After he took the picture, he walked over to that snake and tapped him on his shoulder. When he turned around, he had no idea what was coming. The snake slithered away in pain.

The girl? She saw it happen. She smiled inside, through the hurt and ran up to her brother. I love you, she said without hesitation and this time, she felt genuine love in return.

Visit Pictures, Poetry & Prose to see the picture that inspired my story.


In OMW Prompts, PPS-Poetry-Prose-Stories I've Written on April 30, 2009 at 10:17 am
C. Beth asks this question at The One Minute Writer, today: “What are your thoughts about swine flu, and the media coverage of it?”

And, although I could go on and on and on with this answer…I kept it short. To the point, even:

In regards to the media coverage…about anything…it is truly OVER DRAMATIZED. They create anxiety, anger, frustration, bitterness, envy and hatred with everything they share. I don’t watch it anymore. I haven’t since 9/11, to be quite honest with you. When I was raising a two year old and a 7 month old baby, I did not need to hear the same anthrax scares over and over and over again – every day. The thoughts of everything that went on in that time period created fear…but also brought me to my knees.

About the swine flu, well…I suppose it probably is a scary thought to have come around us. I also suppose that there are just as many other scary diseases and viruses, toxins and such floating around us every single day to fear of – but we can’t live that way. Avoid the drama and breathe deeply. Live your life with freedom from the pull of the media. Pray much, laugh often and love without hesitation.

These are my thoughts.

Ray and I: The First Time I Saw Him

In My Life, My Man and I on April 29, 2009 at 3:33 pm
{this photo was taken in the Summer of ’94}

The first time I saw him, I was sitting outside my house on top of my parent’s car and watching the cars go by. I was fifteen and not allowed to really venture off with anyone – anywhere. My mom knew quite well, the world’s view to a fifteen year old; she was fifteen when she had her first boyfriend.

He stopped in front of my house, riding in a beat up old pickup with one of his friends. They asked me if I knew where someone lived – I did and told them how to get there. That was the last I saw of him, as far as I knew.

Years went by and as I was finally allowed to venture through town with my friends, I’d see this guy every now and then. We had mutual friends, but he had a girl friend that I went to school with. It seems that our path’s crossed often but not our glances. I noticed him, though.

A few more years went by; my girlfriend and I were going to this certain bar – for the first time, at 9 p.m. (which is definitely not the bar hopping time of night – hahaha). We had heard this to be the bad boys bar – but just wanted to peek in for a little bit. I told her that a few people from this town might be in there, the same ones that I knew who spent time around my own town. I suggested that if we saw any one of them, we’d be alright; and we went in.

We weren’t there for more than 15 minutes, when he walked in; looking confident, ready for the night. I noticed. He walked right up to us, took a look at me and realized that I was a familiar face. I was leaping on the inside, because I was familiar with him – too. He was one of the pack of friends I’d hoped would be there – just for safety’s sake (he did have a girlfriend).

He sat down next to me, bought me a beer and we talked. He shared that he and the “girlfriend” were no longer together (and I leaped again). He continued to say that they’d been apart for nearly six months, she had another guy and freedom was good. We talked like old friends, actually; it was right, you know?

We spent the rest of that evening playing pool, drinking beer and chatting. I nearly forgot about my friend other than telling her how excited I was every time he’d step away from us. There were a few times that we went outside to smoke; that’s when I met his sidekick. Ugly was two years old then, still a BIG pup inside. He and I fell in love with each other right away. I was told that Ugly didn’t always take to everyone; not that he was mean, he just knew who the keepers were.

As the night came to an end, I wrote my phone number on a small piece of paper and gave it to this guy, but not a kiss. We were just two friends enjoying one another, with hope for future friendship. This was on Saturday, July 17, 1993.

I didn’t really expect that he’d call me the next day, but he did.


In PPP Prompts, PPS-Poetry-Prose-Stories I've Written on April 29, 2009 at 12:57 pm

ravens in tree mt.

Google found this photo at Webshots

To see the photo that inspired me to write the following short story, please visit Pictures, Poetry & Prose.

It was as if they were waiting for me. I saw them all together, as I walked the path through the woods. I say this because it was no sooner that I reached them, that they all flew off together up ahead of me…on the path, in a tree, again.

It felt a little eerie, to be honest with you. Imagine having these little black birds just sitting there, waiting for you; almost as if they’re leading you somewhere. I became distracted by the usual pulls for my attention and found myself more and more curious with these birds. As I’d approach them, they’d fly off again; they would land a little further down the pathway each time, in a tree they’d land and wait.

Closer and closer, I came to the ending of the path; or, so I thought. Little did I know that I was reaching the end of the mountain side. I stood there on that cliff, overlooking the city below me; seeing the lake at the other side of the city and I knew that it was not coincidence. I realized that the birds had led me to a place I was supposed to be. I needed to stay awhile and just think, ponder my life and the future ahead of me.

I didn’t even know I’d fallen asleep until I heard the birds. They all began cackling loudly, as if there were something spooking them. They spooked me and I awoke with my heart pounding, noticing that I only had a short time to return to my car before the sun went down. It was late.

As I walked the path through the woods, less and less of the sun was shining and it became quite dark. It was spooky but, again, the birds were leading me through the path. I felt safe, in an odd way.

When I returned to the car, I looked back at the path thinking of this experience. It was strange, causing me to wonder why and what it was all about. The birds were gone. All the way home, I wondered. I wondered what kind of birds they were, what their history was, what they were useful for and why they chose me. I had no answers for myself, just thoughts…only questions.

As I pulled into the driveway, my wife came running out to me from the house. Well, she was more like, hobbling to me; eight months pregnant and due with our first child in the next week. She was smiling and holding a book. She told me that she finally knew the name, the name that we’d prayed about for eight months. We weren’t able to find out whether we’d have a boy or a girl. The little one wouldn’t show us.

She said that the baby’s name would be Raven. Does that mean it’s a girl? Is that why these birds were leading me on this path? I wondered. I came inside and googled “Raven”; up came a photo of the same birds from my walk. Were they trying to tell me something about my baby?

A week went by and I continued to wonder. After the long labor and delivery of our first baby girl, I looked out the window and into the sky, up to the mountain that I’d walked that path, that day; and I saw them. The ravens were flying in a group. They landed on the tree outside of the hospital. They stayed long enough for my little girl to share her first sounds with the world and then they flew off, in the form of a heart.

©2009 Simply Heather

PPP-In The Mist

In PPP Prompts, PPS-Poetry-Prose-Stories I've Written on April 29, 2009 at 12:43 pm
Google found this photo by Jonathan M. Guberman
In The Mist
In the mist
I feel so alone
I have no place
To call my home

Although these walls
Keep me well
There is a future
Beyond this shell

I squint to see
The light ahead
Through this mist
And my leafy bed

For I am turtle
Lost without others
In search of place
In search of my brothers

©2009 Simply Heather

Please refer to my contribution at Pictures, Poetry & Prose and the photo that inspired this.

All Things Bright and Beautiful

In Inspirations, My Photos, Other Stuff on April 28, 2009 at 3:13 pm

All Things Bright and Beautiful…
Ce­cil F. Al­ex­an­der, Hymns for Lit­tle Child­ren, 1848
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
He made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.
The purple headed mountains,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.
The cold wind in the winter,

The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
To gather every day.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

Morning has broken….

In My Photos on April 27, 2009 at 5:44 pm
Saturday morning, I woke up and saw this most welcoming sky outside my bedroom window. Isn’t it just beautiful?

It was a gorgeous day, all day long on Saturday…perfect, in my words. I enjoyed some time with the boys, outside, just-enough shopping to pick up the needs of the day and even allowed myself an afternoon nap with Lucien. It was comfortable.

I walked around the yard and took a few pictures to share. I just love the ones of the Maple leaf buds, below.

There are so many thoughts going through my head of things to share with you today, but I think I’ll just leave it be…allow myself some time to gather the day. Lucien and I have just returned from lunch at a friend’s house and he is napping. I’m going to go spend some quiet time to myself before the afternoon run :o)

Praise Our Maker Sunday-Nothing Compares

In Sunday Praise on April 26, 2009 at 4:00 am

Lyrics by Mac Powell

Music by Third Day