Angel's View

I have a guest post on Writer's Retreat Blog today. It's a poem I haven't blogged before. I entered it in a competition on SplashHall Poetry Boards and Forums, didn't win, but it was a great opportunity for me to brave up and submit a piece to the competition.

If you have a moment to read it, click HERE


Love,

Eaton

'tis the season...

To all my friends in foreign parts.

It's been a year of growth and challenges for me and all the people I know in the blogaverse.

I sincerely hope the coming year is good to us and affords many opportunities to continue our growth.

Have a great Christmas dear friends and a wonderful New Year.



Love,

Follow the link in this post for my Ruby Tuesday photos...

I posted some pretty photos of Melbourne wearing splashes of red. Click HERE to view them and to visit other Ruby Tuesday participants.




Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday

As a mom one of the hardest things to watch happen, is that of a teenage daughter or son making the slow, often painful transition into adulthood. I'm on my sixth teenager, two boys and four girls. And despite what I initially thought, it does not get any easier.

Each child has his or her own personality and pressure points. Some will make the changes with little or no drama, others will fight all the way, with defiance and anger.

In this day and age it is a terrifying prospect. The dangers are multitude. Nothing like when my first son or his brother took on the world to see what they were made of.

There are now drugs that make girls infertile for life or eat away at the brain and leave people like vegetables...

I'm very fortunate to have my faith in God and have a place to take all these serious, very real concerns in prayer. But I sense a rocky road ahead. I don't want to be the cause of my daughters frustration and anger and have her turn to darker places to find answers.

So, now I have to practice what I preach...trust, love and patience. ~ sigh ~

Have a wonderful weekend everyone. If you haven't played a 55 yet, go visit G-Man over at Mr.Knowitall and join in. :)




Visible behind her innocent blue eyes
fervent budding of new insights taking
flight, a color burst of dreams unfurling,
erupting into life--colliding with an age old
darkness pretending to befriend.

Whispering easy lines, slyly implying - no danger.

All the while seduction is weaving its malignant
fiction, promising treasures, glorifying vice.

Insinuating purity's absolute obsolescence.

For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.







Love,

Waste paper, waste words.

I left you lying in the dirt, right along with
my black words on white paper. Angry questions,
muddied under your faint footprint on once
pristine paper.

You never had any vision.

I wonder back over those aggression filled fights,
the insistence that all was right, fathomless nights,
circling back a full circle - ending now.

~~


During the week, as I was walking to my car, I stepped over a piece of paper that somebody else had stood on...something about that paper called me back to take a look at it. That something, was a hand written statement:

"It's not fair for you to take everything I say and turn it into a fight."

Strange where inspiration will spring from...even someones adversity.







For more 55's visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall.



love,

Eaton