Finding Serenity in a Desert Sunrise

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Finding Serenity in a Desert Sunrise

Short and sweet post to share the weekly photo challenge theme Serene.

With one more week of classes for which to prepare final grades, a birthday to celebrate (mine), and the inevitable push of the holiday season now here, finding moments of serenity will be good for my soul. Sometimes I have to stop what I’m doing and get my second wind!

Last October, we spent a long weekend with good friends in Helendale, California, in the Mohave Desert. We stayed in a vacation home and woke up to this incredible golden sunrise.The rising sun illuminated the homes across the lake (made up by the Mohave river aqua-fir). Hundreds of “mud ducks” serenely floated on the calm water.

Not shown in the photo is the lovely deck where we could just sit quietly and take it all in.

I hope you can find some serene moments as the holiday…

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Guilty As Charged… In Self Defence: A Short Story #kdsuspense #amreading

Author, Kim Knight

Just to Get Y’all Ready Here’s A Little Something From Us To you! A Bonus From Volume #1

Guilty As Charged, In Self-Defence.

AUTHOR ONE: SCENE ONE

“Your top is very stripy today.”

Dean announces with a quizzical lift of one brow. He’s practically blocking the doorway into the breakroom. I hate it when he does that. Our firm is the largest on this side of California, and of all the Lawyers that Martin Law could’ve chosen to partner me up with on the most important case imaginable, it had to be Dean.

Dean Pritcher, the handsome, young, successful and entitled douchebag. He doesn’t have much of a filter on the stupid shit he says, and he gets away with it, because his father is one of the most powerful money grabbers known in the law business. Dean has a thing for me – a major one. The annoying flirtatious…

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Sofia Kioroglou

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“The Free besieged” by Sofia Kioroglou

His intuizione musicale
totally new in the until then known art
with a language, a map of a terra incognito
of transcendental abstractions and idealistic notions

His ideal was unfettered Greece
the crisis still felt today
the Pandora’s box discovered
many a skeleton uncovers

I recognize you by the fierce edge of your sword
Liberty so sacred and so rare
in an era where ” ethnos” is emotively achromatic
Solomos ” The Free besieged” an urgent call for an exodus.

Α few words about Dionysios Solomos – * Dionysios Solomos, the Greek National poet born in Zakynthos Greece: Dionysios Solomos (1798-1857) was born on the island of Zakynthos. He is considered as the Greek national poet as town stanzas of his poem Hymn to Liberty has been declared as the national Anthem of Greece. Solomos is also credited as the first to create…

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Ricochet

I used to be as happy as the next person. I had the same hope as any innocent child would have. But it all changed for me in one night. That’s why I’m here. To tell you about that night, and to tell you that if you’re taking…

 

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Hindrance – a poem

I Am My Own Island

I am a hindrance.

I feel it in my bones.

In my mind

I walk like a ghost trying so hard to be real

At every corner lies a hindrance to my dreams

Money fame love acceptance

Beyond my reach

When will I let these wants go and be at peace?

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Marginal Characters in Rural Wonderlands: The Naïve Art of Mijo Kovačić

On Art and Aesthetics

Mijo Kovačić

When I first encountered the work of Croatian artist Mijo Kovačić, it seemed to me a mix of Pieter Bruegel the Elder (c. 1525-1530–1569) and medieval European manuscripts. Like the former, the oil-on-glass images feature romanticised depictions of rural landscapes, and like the latter, they are bright and colourful, as though lit from within.

Kovačić—who was born in 1935 in the Podravina hamlet of Gornja Šuma—belongs to the Hlebine School of 20th century Croatian art. This is a term applied to a group of naive painters working in or around the village of Hlebine, near the Hungarian border, from about 1930.

The life portrayed in Kovačić’s paintings is harsh and difficult but the artist makes up for the poverty of his characters by highlighting the surrounding flora and fauna. True wealth here lies in the fish of the river, the strawberries in the field, even in the dry oak…

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Danny’s World: Saturday Morning Goings-On

Danny

It is Saturday morning and as usual I am the first person up and stirring.  Coffee in hand I am working through comments from yesterday and reading about where bloggers find their inspiration.  I asked the question to see if I can find a little gem of an idea because lately I’ve been in a bit of a blog drought.  I’ve been at this blog thing for nearly 3 years and I’ve never taken a full day off.  When I first started this journey I thought I would write, post and the people would eventually flock to my page to read.  The truth is blogging is a verb and requires action to get action.  And for that reason I don’t take time away from my website.

I guess all bloggers go through slumps?

Today’s Featured Blog…Peace of 8!!

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Night panic, a cold white wake
brings things of magnitude that quake
and shake.
War, poverty, crime and deep, deep heartache.
Love could cure all that, yet
we won’t let.
Should I pay the cable bill or buy
eggs and bread and wine; and why
do we have so many pets
when we can’t afford the vet?
Will my kids get fat cancer from much too much
sun and Cheez-Its and sugar and such:
I should have enforced more veggies and s.p.f.
It wouldn’t have quelled or waned or weft
the art of living, and does the itchy spot on my shoulder
mean ugly death is coming instead of older
age from which one day I don’t wake.
I fake
pretending not to care how I love and leave this place:
I WANT to light the world with a flaming embrace
but the fire it scares
hot and bare
and…

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Introduce Yourself: Introducing Guest Author Emunah Y’srael

The PBS Blog

* I am away. This post is scheduled. Your support in sharing this author’s interview is appreciated. Emunah, enjoy your day of shine hun! Chat soon.*

Introduce+Yourself

Today I’d like to extend a warm welcome to Emunah Y’srael. Welcome to The PBS Blog! Let’s get started.

What is your name and where are you from?

My name is Emunah Y’srael and I was born in Brooklyn, NY. First generation Carib-American with Hebraic roots.

Your name is beautiful. What does it mean?

My name Emunah means Faith in Hebrew.

Beautiful. What would your perfect writing / reading room look like?

Ah, the thought is so relaxing. The room would have a huge bay window overlooking nature (beach, lake, meadow) something breath-taking. Lots of natural light, a comfortable chair for me to recline and write. I am old school and love writing my first drafts with pen and paper. Oh, yes and lots…

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My First Time

Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns

I was sixteen. He, a mere fourteen months my senior. We sat facing one another, my knuckles wrapped tightly around the armrest, his hands lying casually in his lap. Conversation was light, the air around us tense for me, for him, not so much. He smiled mischievously and I, trying to hide the sheer panic creeping through my every vein, returned that smile with what could not have been more than a grimace. Suddenly, his position changed, as did his facial expression. We were no longer eye to eye. It appeared that he was rising, but without standing. From where I was seated and from what I could see between the tears flooding from my eyes, the smile on his face had become a huge grin accompanied by a full fit of laughter.

By the time the plane leveled, my brother had regained his composure while I was still dry…

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