Torment

Since I will be away for a few days I am bringing you some of my favorite blogs. Enjoy these wonderful bloggers. E.

derrickjknight

On this bright and sunny morning here was I working with WordPress innocently oblivious of just what the Head Gardener meant by tidying up Félicité Perpétue and the shrubs she had been swamping. I had picked a few tomatoes.

Assuring me that the rose would be glorious in a couple of years, she proudly showed me how far she had got, ensuring that my tomatoes featured in the photograph to cheer me up.

By the time we visited Everton Post Office and continued for a forest drive the temperature had become quite hot.

I have already featured Robert Gill’s scarecrow in http://derrickjknight.com/2020/08/20/more-water-for-the-animals/ The notice attached to this home in Everton Road advises that this witty and well-made offering is one of six entrants, the list of which is available on line. We drove round for a while looking for the other four, but didn’t find any. The annual trail is…

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The Days go Slowly…#232

It has been one week since the passing of my little four-legged baby and constant friend Mason, the pain in me remains.  I know death, its finality!  My body I can feel, whereas for days afterward, it felt numb.  I walked yet I could not feel anything beneath my feet.  I washed, and the cloth could not be felt as I ran it across my face.  The numbness has left me and I still feel the hole, that the void.  My heart is swelling, filling up my chest cavity, so much so that I wonder if it will burst.  The lump in my throat will not go away.  I can hardly breathe, air flows toward  my heart then stop abruptly, all reminding me that Mason is no longer with me.

He was my constant companion for almost nine years.  My mind whirls with visions of him, the walks where he must inspect each tree, the belly rubs, and the wonderful kisses.  The storms that he sat at my feet.  Last but not least, running into the bathroom for a butt wipe after each poop trip outside.  Mason was so intelligent that I expected him to start talking at any time; he walked to his own drummer. 

He went so quickly I did not have time to think about the situation, one day he was watching my every move and smiling, the next day he was gone.  My home is now silent, a place where death came and left just as quickly.  Death has done this to me many times, each time taking a piece of me with it.  Why did Mason not show some clue that he was so sick, no he showed nothing until that last day?  He was faithful until the end, wanting only to be with me at any cost.

I am sorry for showing this weakness with all of you, however, the loneliness is thick and menacing, and the light has gone out of my life.  It left with Mason.  I took very good care of him; he did not even know that he was a dog, was he?  My mind void of thought as it chases the shadows inside as I continue this walk alone. 

E.

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After the Storm

Stories with a message!

Mitch Teemley

For I Know

Buildings that have been traumatized by storms need restoration.So do human hearts. 2020 has been full of such storms. I know of no greater path to restoration than to trust in our designer and builder, the One who loves us and holds the blueprints of our souls in his hands.

“For the LORD Himself goes before you. He will be with you. He will never leave you nor forsake you. So do not be afraid or discouraged.”

~Deuteronomy 31:8

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Positive and Negative Light Workers Working in Tandem – A Vision for the Future

A quote from Carolyn…”My role is to bring awareness of our existence to those who so choose to hear. They, those who choose to hear, are the Light Workers of the world.” Enjoy a bit of Carolyn’s site, everything is interesting. We need light in this world. E.

ABC of Spirit Talk with Carolyn Page

This we have asked of our dearest; to set a vision for the future.

We appreciate that without stepping stones, so to speak, our dearest’s view would be limited. We, therefore, need to offer this:

At present, dearest, you have been given the news that our Dear Heart Keith’s goals will be different to your own. Yes?

Yes.

Indeed, dearest. And this has come as quite a shock. Has it not?

Yes, indeed, it has quite surprised me.

Albeit true, dearest, that our Dear Heart of the Negative will have differing goals, there are many that shall remain the same. We speak, dearest, of our Dear Heart Keith’s goals of living a good life; a life of comfort, so to speak. Yes?

Yes, I do believe he wishes to live a life that encompasses comfort as its basis.

And this will be the case, dearest. However, he shall not enjoy…

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Interview: Women’s Fiction Writers Association

Please check out these outstanding writers. Today, one week ago I lost my four-legged fur baby Mason. For his unconditional love, I want to give back to my community my unconditional support. Therefore I will be reblogging my community outstanding work. Elizabeth, I will start with you. E.

Elizabeth Gauffreau

I am very pleased to share that I was recently interviewed by Maggie Smith of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association for the podcast “Hear Us Roar.” I roar to Maggie about my debut novel Telling Sonny: what the book is about, the process of researching and writing it, and the road to publication.

https://www.womensfictionwriters.org/debut-author-podcast–elizabeth-gauffreau

And of what relevance is the header photograph for this post, you might ask? Why, it’s my very-pleased-with-my-little-self face, of course!

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A Letter To My Students

Currently, I have nothing, it would appear as if the well has dried up with the death of my precious dog Mason. However, I will return soon. Until then I leave you with a post from Chuck and the posts that are always factual, truthful, and interesting. Chuck is an educator, Young Adult Novelist, Mental Health activist, and Speaker. Enjoy his back to school thoughts. E.

Thoughts and Writings on Mental Health and Mindfulness

To my students,

This letter is for you all, past, present, and future. You have all secured a place in my heart. I have visions of you passing me in the halls, sitting in my office, across the classroom, or in front of me sorting through the issues that adolescents face daily. I miss the interactions. You are still there in a virtual world but it’s not the same. 

For those that have moved on into adulthood, attending college, working the trades, serving our beloved and broken country, and the ones that have married and possibly started their own families, I cherish the time we had, and for many, still have. You are the ones who helped build the foundation of this educator. You are the ones that I learned from and developed my craft, whatever that is. I often say, I’m not a very good teacher in the traditional…

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The science of dog learning.

Please visit Paul’s website, something new to read and learn each day. Thank you Paul for bringing your site to the blogging world.

Learning from Dogs

A very interesting article in The Smithsonian Magazine.

There are countless breeds of dogs and they represent thousands of years of breeding.

But recent work in determining the genetic background behind the many different features of dogs has revealed so much.

The Smithsonian Magazine published an article nearly a month ago and hopefully it is alright to share it with you.

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What a Crowdsourced Study Taught Us About How Dogs Learn

A new study looks at the genes that underlie traits from self control to communication

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By Viviane Callier, July 31, 2020

Thousands of years of selective dog breeding has created a fantastic diversity of domestic canine companions, from the workaholic border collie to the perky Pomeranian. In cultures around the world, humans bred different dogs to be good at tasks including guarding, hunting and herding. Later, in Victorian England, kennel clubs…

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Mason has crossed the “Rainbow Bridge”…#231

My loving baby, four-legged companion crossed the Rainbow Bridge Sunday, August 21, life will never be the same without this loving face. He got sick quickly and passed quickly, for that I am thankful. I will be gone for a few days, but I will return so stay tuned for the next chapter of my life. Mason loved and was loved by all who knew him.

Have fun my darling keeping up with your four legged cousins that have gone on before.

Love MaMa

This is a picture on the cover of a book I published just for me, I do not expect you to buy a copy, I just wanted you to his how sweet he could be with no-one is looking.

Mason Murphree January 31,2012 – August 21,2020

The Rainbows Bridge Poem
Rainbow Bridge.comJust this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Author unknown…

#memoir #friendship #Dogs #Animals $#Furbabies

It’s Okay To Not Be Okay

Another re-blog for Chuck Murphree, Educator, Young Adult Novelist, Mental Health Activist-Speaker, Chuck is also the organizer of a Black Student Union at Waunakee High School. I have read the book and believe that it will not only be an asset to young people but adults and teachers.

Thoughts and Writings on Mental Health and Mindfulness

The past three weeks have been a whirlwind with a new book release. There have been interviews for news papers, radio, and podcast, along with requests for future interviews. Feedback has rolled in from family, friends, colleagues, and former students. With all of this, school is starting up virtually, well, maybe virtually, well, we don’t know, but it’s starting. It feels vulnerable, overwhelming, and suffocating all at once. It also feels exciting and hopeful.

With all of this, it has led to several conversations around mental health. Many of the discussions have been around my book and what the characters have to go through. I have had some people tell me that the book has them thinking about the “Importance of cultivating belonging for both adults and students.” Some have said it’s “emotional and enlightening” and they wish they had the book when they were teens and struggling. A consistent…

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