A TToT. Just because…

Last weekend was not a great weekend. Kinda weird. Naturally, a song immediately came to mind (after the “oddest” experience of the afternoon). Geez. How appropriate. And damn catchy. The song? FFDP’s “A Little Bit off Today“. [If you listen to the song via the link or vid below, know there are a few words some may find offensive. Heads up.] In my younger years, every now and again I’d write to a melody of whatever might be playing in my head at the moment. Today, as I literally ran down a steep (you know – the steep that sends you so crazy fast you hope your body can keep up with your feet?), big ass hill, a couple of words popped into my head. And it immediately began reading internally with the aforementioned melody. Today’s Thankfuls begin with those words:

1.) Ran down a hill today, a pretty big hill today, didn’t even stumble
ran down a hill today, pretty big hill today, didn’t fall and didn’t tumble.

Sun catchin’ in the wind today, was a pretty nice day today
danced for life and everybody,
sun catchin’ in the wind today, it was a pretty nice day today
walked it long for everyone

Ran down a pretty big hill today, didn’t fall and didn’t tumble
ran down a pretty big hill today, kept me honest, kept me humble
Sun catchin’ in the wind today, was a pretty nice day today
danced and walked for everyone

2.) The beauty of this day. Before a storm.

3.) Music

4.) Six Sentence Stories and the writers past and present. All enhance my creative landscape.

5.) Ten Things of Thankful and Dyanne! Lizzi, the creatoress of this hop has passed the torch. Dyanne is our current successor host of this most wonderful of blog hops. Go Dyanne!

6.) My job. The security it offers in a time of uncertainty for so many.

7.) The ability to move, walk, see, hear – to have my senses intact (I think I’ve got them all, lol)

8.) Used bookstores.

9.) the Wakefield Doctrine.

10.) This day. The only day.


Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
What if we had a clock where, instead of the ordinals representing hours, they represented months? At the end of the 12th month, it would roll over to the next year and a number would flash in the center of the clock. The optional feature (of course) is what the year represents. Option 1: your age. Option 2: the current year. Regardless of the numerics, at the conclusion of 12 months, the clock would begin flashing, there, in the center either the YEAR or your AGE…Hey, let’s give it up for Cassa Bassa! She took me up on last Sunday’s post invitation to provide this week’s prompt word. You go girl!
Have a fantastic week everyone. Challenge yourself. Do something different.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Return here, link your post Wednesday night through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀


Words are the most subtle symbols which we possess, and our human fabric depends on them.” – Iris Murdoch

Iris. It’s a 6.

Finally an efficacious method for understanding the people in our world.

Impressive in it’s simplicity, challenging in application, who would leave home without it.

Like learning a new language, the more we use it the more fluent we become.

Translating what a person means, through actions and words, tells everything about them.

Everyone shares one reality divided by 3, identify the three and life becomes more simple.

Reconciling our lives with how others live in spite of our differences.

Fields on fire. It’s a 6.

bonds loosed, fissure emerging in the veneer of connectivity

stalwart joyful poppy, remaining progeny bears witness to barren field

well rooted, tremors absorbed, the march begun

towards and away, direction unimportant to those unconcerned

symbol of defiance, singular, steady, therapy to the masses

stand, stalwart joyful poppy


Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
What is your go to source of energy? What is that one reliable, no cancellation ever, ticket to the state of mind where you feel you can do anything? Mine is music. With the right playlist, I can circumnavigate the globe, take a side trip to the moon and be back before dark. And it has often assisted me in my writing process. Among the vehicles that “recharge your battery”, the exercises that “ease stress”, writing is at the top of the list, non? So what do you say? Join us this week? You only need 6 sentences. Can be a story, a poem a vignette. Write some words. Tell us a story.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂


“Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?” – Rumi

X Marks the Spot. It’s a 6.

Turmoil continued to haunt the waking hours, until this night. He came in a dream, the one I loved, the one who loved me perfectly in return.

Out of the corner of dreamscape eye, standing upon a perch too high, I spotted the dark figure, moving slowly, deliberately; self-aware.

Crying out in irrepressible joy, happiness bursting the frayed threads holding my heart; I ran down wooden stairs, throwing myself on him, hugging the miracle, each of us in and of, a moment sufficient.

Moment released, he continued on, I returned to my perch on high; then, as if illuminated  within a crystal ball, the answer was shown me, as he stopped to sit – the spot marked with an X.

His purpose achieved, timeless love having crossed over from somewhere not here, he walked on until I woke to the light…

(Who says the dead don’t speak to us, don’t help us, heal us? There are those who say it is we who help our own selves, through our dreams; that it is our own selves coming out of the dark corners to illuminate that which our waking selves can’t or refuse to see. In this New Year of 2020 may you find enlightenment, encouragement, achievement on/in whatever plane you find it and remember, X will always mark the spot.)

And out of the skies…It’s a 6.

Severed, tattered, torn asunder, the relationship lay abandoned on the life stained crumbling curb like last week’s leftover trash

Disparate in temperament, struggle bred contempt until neither saw resolution, no surrender save that to abandon

One, tethered by regret, the other, bound by grief, pilfered memories lay strewn about like confetti shot from a taser, numbered slivers, material for a tragic best seller

Book or film, song lyric or sonnet, all friend to heart’s hurt, spirit’s sorrow, long a comfort shared, now impotent, unable to give passage from the place of no return

(And) so they wallowed in the wake of one more setting sun, insouciant to the gesture of such grandeur

Until evening bled the sky black, a sidewalk supernova, this was their “last hurrah”

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Officially Unofficial, it’s a TToT

The morning has dressed for Winter. Blue sky trimmed with bands of wrinkled white clouds their bellies lined grey, it is the first full day after the official beginning of Winter. That is where I beg to differ. The way I see it? This is the first unofficial first day of Winter’s end. That’s right, lol. Just go ask Clark. He’ll tell you unequivocally, Winter is over. Go ‘head. Dare you 😀

I woke this morning fairly early for a day I could sleep in. Not only Saturday, it’s the Saturday before Christmas and the beginning of a mini-vacation. I don’t have to return to work until next Wednesday. Sweet. A longtime believer in the body knows first, I was pouring my second mug of go-go juice, when I was accosted by a few creative “punks” taunting, “Gee, Denise, no pressure, why not sit and write a spell, huh?, huh?” Floating in a pressure free zone, they knew words tended to coalesce easier, you know, when they don’t have to appear. When they don’t need to perform.

Now what?! Seems I’ve scared them away. No nevermind. Cat’s out of the bag. I’m on alert now! (and no. won’t give in to the notion I’ve “wrecked it somehow”). Since I’m also one to not (intentionally) follow convention, not naturally blend in, I would like to take this opportunity to say Thank You to some folks and to shout out to the Universe my appreciation in this official, unofficial TToT:

Kristi, creator of Thankful Me. Even though we be on holiday hiatus, thank you for bringing us all the Ten Things of Thankful Blog Hop.

Clark. For the Wakefield Doctrine and providing living proof that commitment and practice produces results.

Zoe. She handed me the baton and challenged me to lead the Six Sentence Story Blog Hop. I’m thankful she did!

Six Sentence Story current (and past and on hiatus) participating writers: Mimi, Paul, Reena, Clark, Deepa, Pat, Dark Netizen, Neel, Rene, D. Avery, Sa, Ira, Deborah Lee, Val, Lisa, Kristi, Dyanne…I know I’m leaving someone out – my apologies! Bottom line: I totally enjoy bringing everyone the writing challenge that is the SSS and so appreciate reading your work. It’s not only an entertaining endeavor, it’s an opportunity to learn, to discover, and to enjoy getting to know people I’d otherwise never know!

Cynthia aka Sageleaf of Intuitive and Spiritual. She is a bright, shining beacon for my people 🙂 Talented and creative, I’m lucky to call her friend.

The Internet/Techonology. See above!

Family. In all its iterations.

For a warm place to live, transportation to take me where I want/need to be.

Health, vitality, opportunity to increase both.

This day…This day, my gift…This day my opportunity…This day, my only day.

Thank you all for giving me a bigger world.





“Gimme somthin’ to write on”. Yes, it’s a TToT

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. While my intention was to publish a Six Sentence Story this morning, Ten Things of Thankful started obnoxiously banging on the door after only my second cup of go-go juice. The nerve! Fine.….

TToT  Old things..

TToT  Like laptops…

TToT  That are old friends…

TToT  Reminders appearing in unexpected places…

TToT  Energy available if there is will enough to grab…

TToT  The moment and the opportunity, seen and as yet unseen…

TToT  Vehicles for expression and catharsis….

TToT  Ability to share and be shared….

TToT  Tools for living and coping, tools for growth

TToT   Choice

Whatcha gonna do? It’s a 10.

Repeat after me: “the world is a feeling, and I’m responsible for how I feel“.  At this very moment, it’s 4:49 p.m. Saturday afternoon. Have no idea what time it will be when I actually post this but does it matter? Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. I was taken to the Edge rather unexpectedly this afternoon by none other than Mr. Barry White. Allow me to explain. See, in my perpetual effort to mix things up, mess with the routine gods, I’ve taken to doing my grocery shopping for the week on Saturday. Preferably, early in the day. This entails a trip to the grocery store and a second, separate trip to the Korean market. Groceries unloaded, put away? Check! Sidetracked by phone call, I finally head out to the market. Damn, way later than I thought but hell, it’s a beautiful sunny day. I get in the car, crank the AC  (not really, but “crank” sounds more dramatic). I knew right away Otis needed to be ejected and a more appropriate CD loaded for this venture. But who would that be? I rummaged around and spotted the Barry White Greatest Hits. Alright.  

As the first strains of “Love’s Theme” began to play, my mouth widened like the Grand Canyon and time simply suspended itself. Nothing in particular, and everything, elevated me to a place that, at one point, caused me to laugh out loud. I felt good. Funny. When that song came out it was played constantly on top 40 radio. I would hear it every morning on the school bus and I always thought the same thing: god, this song sucks. Now? Hell, who, when in the proper mood, doesn’t love Barry White songs? OK. Maybe, just maybe Barry is considered chick music but who isn’t dancing out of their seat with this one 😀 But I digress. Today’s post is a sharing of Ten Things of Thankful. Kristi, of late insomniac, is our host exemplar and provides the link to a potential for the extraordinary.

TTOT  Autoplay option on the YouTube. But do tell. How does one go from Barry to Johnny Cash/Joe Strummer duet to Disturbed? lol  P.S. How the f%&*# does Lynard Skynard follow Disturbed?? OK. No more peeking to see what the autocrats of the autoplay are cueing…

TTOT  Sunshine and music and cars and keyboards…

TTOT  Walking.

TTOT  the Wakefield Doctrine

TTOT  Six Sentence Stories. I really enjoy this blog hop. Always enjoyed this hop.

TTOT Being more cognizant of the “traps” I once allowed to steer my thoughts and feelings.

TTOT  Being able to laugh at what I just typed up there. Jeez Louise!! I qualify as an older person fo sure.

TTOT  the Writers Club created by Clark. I’ll be heading over to the club a little later this evening. Maybe I’ll see you there?

TTOT  As I stepped out last evening to walk, skies still uncertain of their mood, I smelled the first inkling of the first of fall. It was quite humid and there was a quality to the smell of the air that spoke of the next season.

TTOT  Not a thankful is seeing a HUGE Halloween Candy Display in the grocery store. Excuse me, but last I looked, the date was August 4, 2018.

TTOT  This day. The only day. It’s mine, it’s yours. Find your smile, your grand canyon. Dance…