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walk a crooked mile

a crooked fence

We have all had that moment where we look down a road, path, or street and wonder where it leads.I am one who is always intrigued with what is around the bend. “honey, just a little further, please, let’s see what is up around that bend” and when we get there, I coax for maybe just another mile or two.

One day, we simply turned a corner, and he stopped the car. (back road)
“Now look around and see just how many vistas you see from here”… new concept. Usually it would be when we were in another Province or State. The challenge was there to find my next story line.

what is beyond the horizon

For me I can just stand in one spot and look in all directions till I spot a place that draws me into a line of thought, that begins to tell a story. I’m hooked. I want to sit down and start writing .. of course I can’t, I’m on the road, and if I write it down in that moment, it won’t have the opportunity to grow in my imagination.

Others can stop for a coffee, or another kind of pick me up, for me .. its the little gems of visual settings, and backdrops that tease and encourage me to paint, write, sculpt. I love it. I love these gifts from the Universe. my joy isn’t in a commercial environment, but rather when I am out discovering a new day.

Live radiantly as the sun. Strive to always be bright and cheerful so you can enliven those around you.

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Use things for what they are meant for. Everything has a purpose. Let’s use things to their fullest potential.

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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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Happy New Year

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Wow  December is coming to an end,  With fantasy and sunshine nudging me today, I went in search of Q to see what she was up to.  I found her high  up on a mountain playing with a duck on a frozen pond. She was not delighted at my appearance guessing that I had come to draw her away from her fun to do some work with me.

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She did start to run away, or so I thought, but bless her little heart, she decided to play along.

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Here she is after changing her hair .. chatting with a couple of the snow people we met along our way.  The little snow boy was really happy that the weather has turned nice and cold.

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This mother and daughter were on their way to a snowball “game”… I thought that Q took a bit too much interest..

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As you can see, she was keen to take lessons on just how to make a good snowball so that it would make the biggest splatter.  Q wisdom.. if you are going to do something, do it right…

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Nothing would do but we had to visit her little reindeer pal for a big fat Holiday hug, you can see her gearing up to swoop down on him.. Q wisdom .. give a hug with lots of love, show you care…

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Flying across the frozen landscape, we searched for the site where the 2018 welcoming party would be.  Of course Q was the first to see it..

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The stage is set, the decorations are out, now the count down will begin, for night-time to come, and the celebration hour to arrive.

Q what were you about to do?  I am watching you… yes… you little missy Q you don’t mess with other people’s things.  We have completed our mission, we have found a new year’s wish for you… Happy New Year everyone.. I’ll take Q skiing, that will keep her busy for now…  =^_^=  dec.31st_015

From Q aka Dymoon and all my characters..   Blessings to each and every one of you.

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http://www.secondlife.com

kittens, are Dinky avatars found in SL (Second Life)

white AV in pink is a Roo avatar

 

 

 

 

 

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Each section represents a challenge or opportunity.  Is there a storyline  here, for me there is.  What about you…

As another year draws to an end, a new one is waiting in the wings.  The above will still be there, waiting to be found.  Every day, something new is added to our personal collage.  Some noticed, some not.  Never-the-less, seen or not, they become part of the puzzle that is “life”

Pictures do tell a story..

PL Precept #1   Life IS Art

you are invited to join me

 

 

I am having a special party, and YOU are invited..I will be off on my broom

on the actual day of the new moon

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I’ve been planning the menu for weeks

ohhhh it will be a special feast

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long forgotten friends have been sought out

so you will not need to fret

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help will be on hand

to welcome you  in

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walk up to the front door

don’t be shy, come right on in

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I did do my best to get to all the rooms

but, perhaps, you shouldn’t wander too far

from the main rooms

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yes on second thought

youy may want to refrain from opening closed doors

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feel free to use the spa

should you need a quick fix

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I’ll do my best to sit with you

although it could get complex

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I might need some time to dress

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after all, this is only a dream

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see you on my return…. have fun, enjoy everyday!

virtual photos, SL 2013 taken by Q

short story line

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he could hear the birds. feel the heat beating down through the trees, yet without opening his eyes, he knew he wasn’t in a park. the smell of rusted metal, and old oil and grease permeated the air.  his body was heavy, unresponsive, and whatever was on his chest was not going anywhere fast.

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his eyes still closed, he knew, instinctively knew, that the weight on this chest was alive, and it was gazing hard, accessing, patiently waiting.  Did he want to see what held him captive, sooner or later, he would have to look.  The weight on his chest shifted, but did not move away, he could feel the warm breath on his face. He was too stiff, tired and dazed, it would be unwise to move suddenly, if he could at all.  With a slow intake of his breath, he allowed his eyes to open.

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the sun hurt his eyes but he forced himself to keep them open, there was lush vegetation all around from what he could see, he was surrounded by the remains of vehicles, he was in a graveyard of scrap metal.  what he tried to avoid and was not succeeding were the dark emerald eyes flecked with gold that stared into his.  There was no emotion not human anyway that looked into his, just a pair of hypnotic eyes that spoke volumes, but none that he could recognize.

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suddenly the sun no longer gave him warmth.  now he felt a chill, it travelled from his head down to his feet.  This was something very different and very real, This was a she, he was sure, he was being held captive by a she, and he knew… she was wondering just what to do.  She wasn’t hurting him, she wasn’t gentle, she was exploring and sizing him up, but for what.  Why was he not afraid.  what was it that kept him still, and wondering, almost a partner in this unknown dance.

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life is what we make it.  how we respond to situations in life, can change the course or direction of our lives.  live being mindful of who you are and the opportunities around you. =^_^=

This is my story, that I’m sharing with you.  My mind likes to invent when I’m driving and waiting for lights or in traffic.

PL Precept # 2  To live is to express One’s Self

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