Spirit of Winter


This is part of Free Write Friday Prompt
In the spirit of Winter… Use one or more of the words to inspire your pen…
Winter berries, candles, ice crystals, snow flakes, seasonal, winter, holidays, Christmas, family, eating, religion, Santa Claus, reindeer, blizzard, snowstorm, peppermint, hot chocolate, gloves, scarf, boots, fireplace.


Winter holidays are approaching, the family is preparing for the best Christmas meal. Their gloves, scarf’s, boots, and wet clothes are in front of the fireplace decorated for the seasonal holidays. The candles are flickering, winter berries scattered around, the windows are forming ice crystals, and snow flakes falling as the blizzard sets in. The family starts eating as the little ones sits out the Hot Chocolate, peppermint, and tea they begin to tell stories of the real reason for Christmas, regardless of religion or other beliefs. Christmas is about Jesus, not Santa Claus or reindeer. They talk about the blizzard and the last snowstorm that roared in.




  This is part of Free Write Friday Prompt

Gratitude: The quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness.

Gratitude should be something we all take to heart.
Gratitude should be in your heart, mind, and soul.
Gratitude = Grateful/Thankful
Here is a list of my Thankfuls

Friends and family I will see Thanksgiving. The memories we will be making, and the time spent with love ones. Everyday I am thankful for the ability to get together with people I love, hear laughter, and share that contagious smile everyone always talks about.

Zumba, and all the girls that go. They can boost my motivation and I love it.

Everything I had to endure to get to the place I am today. If it wasn’t for the lows, I wouldn’t be the strong person I am today. Just always remember “This Too Shall Pass” and push forward, because there is always happiness somewhere, just open your eyes and look for it.

Thanksgiving Break! I get to spend all week with Jade and get to spend every evening with both of my loves.

All the “Moms” who helped me grow into the person I am today 🙂

Knowing what Love is

Everlasting love, and Jade saying, “You get the baby out now!?”

Modern day technology. I get to see our baby! ♥

My Hubby teaches our daughter about giving. She had about $50 in her piggy bank. she bought herself a toy and then got one for the Toys For Tots, and even put it in the box by herself.

Friends who will let you crash at their place

A car; a car that gets warm, protects me from storms, and gets me from Point A to Point B.

The military fighting for our freedom, and putting their lives in front of danger, just for me and you. Thank you Military, old and new. I am also thankful for being able to feel my lil bug move this morning.

All my family ♡

I can always count my blessings

Today, well not just today, but I am thankful for my friends. A lot of them have stuck by me through the years, even through hard times, and I still think they are just as dear to me. I am very thankful that I can call them my best friends and would even consider some of them as my family.

People understand the severity of Jade’s food allergies. I am also thankful that her Allergist wants to get more “detailed” information regarding her allergy, that way we will know fully, instead of taking precautions of something we have no clue about.

Walking by faith, not by sight.

Jade cares and helps take care of me when I don’t feel well.

Spend the evenings with my Pawpaw. I am so blessed that he is still here for us to enjoy, talk and share memories.

The friends, and family who has helped support us through this change of Lifestyle we had to overcome. If it wasn’t for yalls love, and understanding, I think I would be totally (not completely) lost in this journey with food allergies. I also know God can see us through and he has already.

My Husband, he is my rock, and he supports whatever decisions I make. He is my love, and he provides for us and I will always be truly thankful for him.


Do you have Gratitude!?


The Hobbit’s Tree

This is part of Free Write Friday Prompt

Her eyes looking at the opening of the tree, the rounded edges, the dark circle as the opening, the trunk not straight up and down, but swirling of sorts as it went high the sky, the branches long and thick, leaves as big as a sheet of paper. She walks slowly toward the tree, her eyes darting around, pulling in all the light, colors and her ears trapping the sounds. Her feet soft, and cold against the rocks below her, the smell of rain, not close enough to feel the mist, but the humidity was on the rise.
She stopped quickly about the second rock from the entrance, her eyes locking with his, “are you sure about this, how do I know you’re real? Do you live here?”, she asks him, her fingers outlining the bark on the tree. He grabs her hand as he holds her still, with one swift movement he steps one rock closer to the tree, the darkness of the entrance casting a shadow over his shoulder, he says, “For I am the one that lives here, why would I ever lie to you. You are a lot bigger than myself.”
She smirks as she looks down at him: his ears are pointed, his eyes bigger than any normal person, his hands are small, but aged, clothes smelt of mold and slightly hung off his shoulder, his hair danced in front of his face, the shade of an orange sunset. She sighs, “I can trust you?” He pulls her into the darkness of the entrance before he answered.
She tightens the grip of his hand, holding herself still, her eyes adjusting quickly to the light. The room is huge, candles darting up the walls, flames dancing shadows, mirrors scattered throughout, she steps to the side. She notices a piece of furniture with a picture frame sitting on top, picking up the picture she noticed the frame was probably handmade, branches as the trim, some kind of string at the ends, holding it together, wax melted at the corners, her eyes go back to the furniture, it wasn’t quite level, one leg longer than the others, her thumb brushes over the picture as her eyes go back toward the frame. “who is this”, she holds the picture out, but down a bit so he could see. He clears his throat, “Oh, well, that is my brother, he was a normal kid”

He talked about his brother for hours it seemed, his eyes lighting up as he remembered the memories of him. We never talked again after that day, the tree is no longer where I remember it, not even the rocks that led up to the entrance.




Walking barefoot to the edge of the rock
Looking down, second guessing
Jumping into the bluest of waters
Face covered with water, arms pulling back to the surface
Floating adrift to the shore
Looking back wanting more
Watching others taking turns
Hearing faint screams as they jump

This piece was written in response to a Free Write Friday prompt

Someone’s Home

This piece was written in response to a Free Write Friday prompt in which American author and poet Kellie Elmore asked us to write about a moment spent at someone else’s house and then to end with a line hat is seemingly unrelated to the rest.

The rooms are empty
The warmth of the air
Humid captures your breath as you stand there
Your eyes darting around
Dust covered all the shelves, even the walls
Walking farther into the house
Beds are made
Curtains are drawn
Sunlight peers in
but no laughter at all
Children toys thrown about
But no one was home, not even the mouse
Pictures of happiness hanging alone
Lights are out
A cow moos at dawn

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