Daily Prompt: Liminal


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You only lose what you cling to – famous Buddha quote printed on grunge vintage cardboard

Liminal is either very finite or infinite, and to ponder that notion hurts my head.

My thoughts as they apply to the word Liminal are fleeting. I tried  to grasp the idea between the here and there, but the second I do, the moment passes.

I know time between long holiday naps and the daily prompt, seem very liminal.  It was very early in morning, and I see the posting wall for the daily prompt stood empty, but pregnant with liminality, but THAT wasn’t exactly what I was looking for, nor was the time after the holiday festivities, when I know I have to clean the stove.

For me this word is a head scratcher. I wanted something different, something more. I decide  I would need to confer with a Buddhist Monk, or watch Kung Fu re-runs with David Carradine before I could find the ‘some – thing’ which is elusive to me. The word should not be so hard to contemplate as Chan,Zen, Buddhism.

I think I’ll let it go, before I lose my mind. After all, “You can only lose what you cling to” ~Buddha


Cool Drink Of Water :Satiated

It was a hot dry summer without my usual outside water supply. My flowers suffered; stumpy Shasta daisies, lavender which did not produce much pollen for the bees. I did what I could for the perennials, and did not plant any annuals. Wildflowers that so grew fast; they laid their heads down on the hard parched earth, and died.I promised myself, that next summer I would purchase a soaker hose.

Anyway….imagine scorched earth, and not much growth.

In October the rains came, pouring down on the hardy roots of wildflowers. New sprouts pushed through the softened soil. I kept watching,thinking they would just give up, tire out. This little leftover bunch of flowers were determined to make a good show. I am so surprised  at the tenacity of living things. I took this photo on November 22nd. These flowers have been drinking water for several weeks, and they couldn’t look more Sated.

9-5-17 replaced photo with a late June version. I just couldn’t bear looking at the stumps.



Daily Prompt :Artificial
There used to be a time, when life was basically serene. Oh, I’m sure some places had their crazies,and I’m sure if I went looking  I could find bizarre cases, but for the most part people had to buy scary.

Sure, people buy scary now, but we’ve amped up the level of fright, so that anything more subtle just may not hold the appeal it once did.As schools abolish the typical Halloween party for harvest parties, pumpkin patches and hay rides, which by the way, I adore;we find alternate ways to find scary. I, by the way, turn on the news. That’s scary enough for me.

Halloween has become a mild candy filled fun holiday as parts of the world run amok, and we find our outlets toward the frightening with haunted houses, and in movies.

I’m not against Halloween. It is my favorite holiday, probably because, although it’s artificial in the way Christmas and Easter’s trappings are, it’s more honest, and not pretending to be holy. Ironic when you consider the translation of the word Halloween. Halloween is honest in the way I don’t feel like a hypocrite partaking in it. This is in contrast to the way I feel when I am eating the heads of chocolate bunnies, and impaling angels on top of my tree. That feels artificial sometimes, but I still do it in keeping with tradition.

As I am researching Halloween, my head is swimming with the evolution it has taken. It has to be the most mishmashed of Holidays.

I do realize I called Halloween artificial, and honest in the same breath. I also realize my post is a mishmash and my focus not whole, and  gotten way off my point, which was to give a nod to Gothic horror stories.

I got off on a tangent, and it’s taken a long time, so if you readers don’t mind,I’m keeping my thoughts as is.

Anyway,in reference to the bygone days when life was simpler,and less artificial,I found some Gothic books. These are the books I am buying for my Halloween, my preferred way to get my thrills and chills.

My October reading book list.


Published Oct 22,1892 The Yellow Wallpaper ( Amazon) by Charlotte Gilman is about postpartum depression psychosis. A woman is forced to stay in a room with yellow wallpaper. This is done with the intention of giving her rest, but she hates the yellow wallpaper, and it slowly drives her insane.  Sometimes, the most frightening things are those that we can commiserate.


First published in 1972 by Josheph Sheridan Le Fanu Carmilla predates Bram Stoker’s Dracula by 25 years. This edition, which is illustrated was published in 2012.

Both the The Yellow Wallpaper and Carmilla are short stories, and I am buying them both.
Also, if you are not into gothic, and want a modern story for Halloween, may I suggest a novel called, Shining In Crimson ,by Robert Wilson, which I am also buying.


Shining in Crimson: Empire of Blood Book One (A Dystopian Vampire Novel

Set in a dystopian, religiously-demented American Empire, the city of Las Vegas is no longer a city of sin. Now called Necropolis, it is a city that eats sin. The vampires of Necropolis wait patiently for the Empire’s weekly drop off of guilty Penitents; sinners and criminals full of fresh blood.

Hank Evans is one of those Penitents and he would gladly let the vampires take every drop of his blood if it weren’t for one detail: Toby. Toby is Hank’s only son. Now, Hank must do whatever it takes to escape the city of the dead and save his son from an Empire as bloodthirsty as the vampires it uses to keep its people in line.



Daily Prompt: Cake


Daily Prompt: Cake

Let them eat cake. Meaning let the poor eat cake if they can’t afford their bread.

Cake reminds me of money. I don’t know why, except for the questionable saying, which isn’t confirmed, Antoinette even said it. Ah, politics of the time. same o same o.

In 1970, if I made this much I could afford acres, horses and boats. In the 1980’s rent was cheap. In 2010 rent was cheap. Why is the cost of living so high? Who is taking my cake?

The tax man. I have not met him, but I think he must be very fat and wearing a red, white and blue stripey hat.

Local Tax. It is some consolation to see all of the road work being done. Our tax dollars at work, they say. Judging by the amount of road work, the city is bathing in cake.

Housing. By far the biggest share of my cake. Where has all of the affordable housing gone? Judging by how much the tax man takes, I should be eating cake everyday, by servants who place it gently on my tongue.

The car salesman must be eating cake, assuring me I can defiantly afford that car. I think I saw pieces of cake in his teeth, when he smiled.  I still walked away with the keys, driving away in the car, I knew I wouldn’t be eating cake for awhile. I do need to work for my daily bread though, so I didn’t have much of a choice.

Student loans. Well, here is where maybe, the federal loan companies share their cake. I pay them, and uncle Sam up there will give me a break. Not exactly cake but a piece of the pie as it were.

Groceries. The wonder of modern times. No matter how worrisome the cost of living,  I do have money left over for cake, if I want it.  As long as I have a nice roof over my head, a good job,and a car to get me there. I should feel blessed, I can have cake and eat it too.