Monday, September 08, 2014

Remembering Tina Downey
Tina Downey

I’m posting today, as are a huge number of us, in honor of a blogging friend who I really only “knew” for a little over three months. Tina Downey passed a few weeks ago and is the first that I know of in “my” blogging community who has gone on. I didn’t know her as well as some others in this community, however from her passing I’ve learned so much about how she touched others whether they knew her well or not. And isn’t that one of the things we all hope for when we go? That others honor our passing, acknowledge what we meant to them when we were alive? A legacy of love. That's what I’m finding about Tina. She has left behind her a legacy of laughter, brightness, faith, and love. I hope that her husband and her sons will one day read at least some of the massive amounts of tributes being posted about her today and in the weeks past, and that these memorials will warm their hearts when they see how respected and loved she was in return for all she gave. So, as these were her favorite flowers, here are my sunflower photos in memory of Tina who shined brightly in so many lives. I am glad I knew her even a little.

In honor of a warm and bright blogger and friend...
A sunflower field in France...

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

IWSG Wednesday
Today my post will be short and in honor of my fellow bloggers at the Insecure Writer’s Support Group. I’m not feeling particularly insecure right now, because I’m on a roll up to the long anticipated finish line of my current work in progress. I’m so close I can feel the delight in my fingers as they share my victory with me.

I hope that once my journey on this road is done, that the next will benefit from what I’ve learned And I wish you, each of you, the finishing line in your near future for whatever endeavor you are pursuing. Go forth and sew, grow and reap the rewards of sticking to what at times has felt or is feeling an insurmountable task. Let’s go rock the world together.We owe it to ourselves and those who wanted to finish and didn't get the chance.

Thinking of our Ninja Captain with this one!
If you'd like to visit other blogs participating in this blog hop, go HERE or to the links above... and don't forget that it's our three year anniversary, and to thank our co-hosts this month Laura at My Baffling Brain, mark Koopmans, Shah Wharton, and Sheena-Kay Graham.

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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

A Shout Out to All A to Z and IWSG Bloggers

From our Ninja Captain Alex J Cavenaugh:
In memory of Tina Downey, the A to Z Team is hosting a sunflower Sunflowers for Tinatribute on
September 8, 2014 – Remembering Tina Downey.
Prior to that date, for those of you who are members of the A to Z or the IWSG and want to participate, please purchase or plant a sunflower in her honor. (If you have to resort to plastic, that’s cool.) Take a photo of your sunflower and post it in her memory on Monday, September 8 on your blog. Tina loved her sunflowers, and we want to splash the blogging world with sunflowers that day and honor a truly amazing woman who was friend and family to so many. You can sign up HERE or HERE now or add your link when you post your sunflower.
Please help us spread the word! Let’s brighten the Internet with sunflowers the way Tina brightened the lives of so many.
Tina’s blog was at
Tina Downey
For those of you following this blog who didn't know Tina, the name of her blog says all there is to say about her. She was a loving gifted woman/blogger who touched many of us, whether we just found her yesterday or knew her for years. A major team player on the A to Z Blogging Challenge, she brightened a lot of lives with her positive outlook on life even when it was beating her down. Check out her blog if you'd like to see what we all will miss...

Thursday, August 21, 2014

The Coyote Experience- WEP August Post-Taking Chances
I know this probably isn't what our lovey Aussie host had in mind this month, but this was the mood I was in! Hope you all enjoy it. 620 word count. Make sure click on the link below the photo to visit the other blogs for more great stories...

Coyote slunk down to watch the three deer cross the high trail. Alone, as usual, he surveyed carefully and kept his ears alert to any sound, his nose to any scent. He didn’t need any bears or wolves to surprise him while he hunted this mother and her two offspring. He only needed one baby. Experience had taught him that the weaker prey yielded easier, tastier dinners, if one could avoid the mother. Coyote knew himself to be smart, more apt than the others in his pack and so he hunted alone and never shared with anyone. Idiots all of them, he often thought to himself.
Coyote crouched, still, like a desert pine, waiting for the right moment. The three deer moved past the high trail and, not catching his scent, fairly moseyed toward the barren expanse just past the growth of stunted pines in which he hid. Muzzles to the ground, they rooted for anything worth nibbling on, ambling close to each other, yet not too close for him to take a chance. He had to watch for the mother’s hooves, which were sharp and could cut and bruise him.
There, now, the smaller of the two young ones had moved almost within range. Coyote tensed, focused his senses. He ignored the rest of the world, fading it out until all that remained was the small spotted piece of meat now approaching on brittle spindly legs, which held juicy marrow in their slender bones. Coyote trembled with anticipation. He inched his paws forward just a tad, his haunches wound tight, ready to spring. Just a little closer. He spared a glance at the mother. She raised her head, quick, like a darting rabbit, and stared right at him. Frozen, as he was, her shiny doe-eyes pierced his concentration as if to say, ‘I see you. Don’t even think about it.’ Yet he knew he was invisible to her. He had to be. He was downwind from her. He lay so low his belly scrubbed the clutter dropped by scrappy pines and other debris.
When she continued to stare, when she didn’t move even one eyelash, Coyote tore his gaze from the mother and concentrated again on the young one now even closer to him. It was now or never. One second he scrunched his muscles into full spring mode, the next a heavy weight landed on his back pinning him to the ground. A great roar shook the world, made the short trees tremble, the clouds in the blue sky shudder. Animal dander, the heavy scent of thick fur and pungent odor of bear invaded his senses. How had he not noticed it before? That could have been his last thought, but the weight lifted slightly and Coyote rolled to one side before the great rough paw could pin him again.
Deer forgotten, Coyote scampered away, and then plowed into a full run, getting as far from the horrible bear as possible. Later, when he slowed at what he hoped was a safe distance from the mistake that had almost cost him his scrabby life, Coyote turned to look behind him. No bear lumbering after him. But no deer either. The tantalizing image of the young deer, so very close to him only moments ago, made his stomach growl. He took one tentative step back the way he had come, and trod on a scorpion that promptly stung his ankle.  Backing away and shaking his leg at the same time, he put his back to the scrubby pines along the high trail and the dinner that might have been. Oh well, he thought, that’s the way it goes sometimes. Some chances just weren’t worth taking.

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