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Barb Drummond

canada

I see her. The old woman. She is sitting on a park bench. The same park bench every day surrounded by birds and squirrels. Each time I come to the park she is here.
The old woman is known to all who come to enjoy the park. Every day without fail. Sitting in heavy rain, falling snow, scorching heat, and wild winds. Why? What compels her to be here ...every.single.day?!
If I were to hazard a guess… my guess would be… this is her place, her spot, her everything. Perhaps she has no friends, no family…and these are her loved ones now. They have become her purpose, her passion, her life.
I have often asked myself, is she here by choice or as a consequence of life decisions? Either way, she looks calm, content, happy, and possibly even free.

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The old woman has become entangled in my daily park routine. On the days I do not come to the park, I know that she is here feeding the birds, her birds, from what appears to be an ancient, wrinkled, brown paper bag.
I have never spoken nor interrupted her. She looks approachable enough, yet something always stops me. I am an outsider. If I were to intrude into her circle, I fear I would scatter her flocked and furry friends. I refuse to cut in on the lively dance I see before me.

Some days I dread entering the park for fear of seeing an empty bench and the old woman no longer there.

But for today, she is, and my heart is happy. 

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Bonnie Conwell

USA

I like to write with pencil. Just like pens there are different pencils for different jobs. Wood cased (the kind that require a sharpener), Midori, Mitsubushi. As well as my trusty Pentel Twist Erase lll. (Current favorite lead is a smooth, dark 2B made by Fabre Castell.)

Pencils don’t “hitch” like a pen will. My hand doesn’t get fatigued and my arm doesn’t ache when using a pencil for a long period of time. It’s not about the ability to erase (which I don’t do anyway), but the feel of a smooth writing pencil on paper.

 I feel like I could write forever. 

The old woman has become entangled in my daily park routine. On the days I do not come to the park, I know that she is here feeding the birds, her birds, from what appears to be an ancient, wrinkled, brown paper bag.
I have never spoken nor interrupted her. She looks approachable enough, yet something always stops me. I am an outsider. If I were to intrude into her circle, I fear I would scatter her flocked and furry friends. I refuse to cut in on the lively dance I see before me.

Some days I dread entering the park for fear of seeing an empty bench and the old woman no longer there.

But for today, she is, and my heart is happy. 

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Stacy Thornbrugh

usa

Dear Forest,
I saw you greet the morning sun as she wrapped you in her warm embrace.
I heard your whispers with the breeze. Secrets held in confidence.
I watched you dance with the wind to music never composed.
I inhaled your essence soft and ever changing.
I admired your reflection echo within tranquil waters.
I felt the silence of darkness kissing you goodnight.
I dreamt in your stillness beneath the watchful stars.
Enchanting was the coat of white you wore when winter came to call.
Your gifts, like my gratitude, are infinite.



Erica Thomas

usa

A bright red overcoat with a ruffled petticoat for the stem obviously means this toadstool is a powerful woman with ladylike class. She confidently stands out among the stretching green grass and scattered brown leaves.

She is delicate in her detailed and dainty stock that so strongly supports a balloon of protection for all who gather beneath. She guards from the sun and shields against the rain, but be mindful! She could topple over at a moment's notice from the slightest bump.

She is vibrant enough to stand out in a crowd while seemingly insignificant to the unappreciative eye. She is a toadstool; the essence of every lady.
lady.



Sandy Pirdy

USA

Muffins are the substance of life.
Round and wrapped fresh out of the oven, hot, moist, burn your tongue kind of sweetness, full of chocolate chips melted into a moist cake like surrounding, and a crusty top I eat first. Shards of sugar adorn the top giving an extra boost of sweetness. The homemade fragrance coming out of a hot oven is intoxicating. Peeling off the wrapper comes easy and in seconds the first muffin is gone. I show no favoritism - as a drive-thru muffin gives me great delight! A cold muffin thrown into a drive thru bag, napkins on top, the bag crumpled closed pushed out by a drive-thru window attendee, along with a cup of hotter than necessary black coffee in a landfill forever cup. The coldness of the muffin baked in a tight wrapper claims part of the cake as I unwrap to eat while driving. Chocolate chips fleeing their surroundings and the crumbles of the cake land on my clothes, car seat with sticky fingers on the steering wheel, coffee lid off to cool in the cup holder of my car, sloshing over the top as I stop for red lights.
Muffin obsession in motion.

Eira Braun-Labossiere

CANADA

"The thing about creativity is that people are going to laugh at it.  Get over it."
                                                                                                    -Twyla Tharp


I love this quote because I believe everyone is creative and has a deep need to be so. Yet many of us won't express ourselves through the arts because we are afraid people will mock or belittle our efforts.

My hope is that we come to the realization that perceived perfection in art, in creativity, matters not a whit. If you are creating for yourself, what society may think of your work is of no concern.



Alyssa Hallstead

USA

I gain solace from nature. Every day begins with meditation on the porch.

Birds flutter about, deer graze in the lower pasture, alpacas wander in the upper pastures,                              Cairn Terrier, Kayley, sits at my side.

The changing of the leaves, the wind through the fields, a great Blue Heron just landed.
I am whole again.

Valerie Weihman-Rock

usa

All Alice admired and anticipated; an armadillo ambling along.



Anita Burke

usa

Anita assiduously abides. Absolutely an aspirational assignment! And an aggravating adjustment.



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