Carrots, Eggs or Coffee Beans Movie

Carrots, Eggs or Coffee Beans Movie: All of us at one time or another have experienced a difficult situation, had setbacks, or dealt with our share of disappointment. Most things that happen to us on a daily basis we can't control and I can honestly say (with conviction) that it is not what happens to us that matters but rather, how we choose to respond.

Only 13

lost boy

gang vortex wins

school smile hides home pain, dark

choices, late nights, drugs; gunshots cut

life short

@ judy Beaston

November 13, 2011

Between

In anticipation

of nothing in particular,

I swallow a moment

sweet with peace.

@ judy Beaston

November 18, 2011

The Day After

Edgy disquiet,

like a balloon

with a slow leak,

no longer hovering

in anticipation

of excitement.

by judy Beaston

September 12, 2011

Summer slipped sunshine
into late August days,
lulled my inner clock
away from seasonal shifts.
I believed more weeks waited
on my horizon before school
term restarted, but no, today
brings September to my doorstep;
a few more days and fall
finds her way into my backyard.

Shadows lengthen

July slipped into place and the shadow of 2011 grew longer. More of the year is history than anticipated possibility. I remain amazed, as always, that what seemed a long road on January first, has already moved over the middle line.

I'm loving the shifts that came with this year, even though some feel raw and challenge my comfort zone. My daughter, son-in-law and two grandkids (currently almost 4 and just 9 months) moved in with me last month. This house blossomed into a home beyond all the ways it was home for me before June first. Once again, as when I was parent for two children just these same ages, the sounds of discovery, delight, babbling chatter, as well as uninhibited singing and laughter, delight my ears and inspire my muse.

Along with this, of course, comes the loss of quiet, the need to readjust my randomly scheduled life. This last is where the comfort zone walls break down, a process that actually opens the way for new insights and dislodges all parts stuck in well-traveled ruts.

As summer blossoms, so shall I -- comes with the presence of new eyes!

Cat's Meow

Where to hide? All my old haunts now ruled by a three-year old intent on playing with me. But all I want to do is wander about, lay in the sun, chase a laser light and not be touched. I'm not a kitten, after all, and never did go for all that huggy, touch-feely stuff the other cats seemed to adore. Where did all the other cats go, anyway? They disappeared. IF they were still here, the pressure would be off of me to present a patient appearance, while being chased, petted and given unwanted attention. I'm fifteen - isn't there some rule about giving elders more respect?

((as mused to me by my temperamental cat, while she meows her complaints before curling on my lap))

WOW! Women On Writing Blog: Judy Beason, Third Place Winner, Winter 2011 Flash Fiction Contest

WOW! Women On Writing Blog: Judy Beason, Third Place Winner, Winter 2011 Flash Fiction Contest

Spring introspection

Northwest Oregon unveils summer by way of misty morning. Unusually cool, even for Oregon, this year's cooler, wetter weather has been merely punctuated by minuscule tastes of warming sun and clear blue sky. Last weekend's joy-filled taste of summer danced delight for its arrival on a weekend instead of during the work week. Parks, fountains, the Portland waterfront and many, many farmers' markets bustled with smiling folks in shorts and T-shirts.

There is calm introspection present in overcast mornings. I wake in soft repose, as if all stress and hecticness must wait, their energy dampened, kept low. With no strong sun-filled day to pull me outside, I get to settle in with my muse and enjoy written conversation.

And so the day goes and I along with it.

creating

subtle lows flow into dramatic highs

must be music time

sweet tapping, black letters formed

must be writing time

stories, poems, energy swirls

gather around evening

prepare for nightly adventures.