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January 22, 2021 Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

“Great and marvelous are thy works, o Lord of hosts, almighty God…,” were the words flowing from Clarabelle as she sat beside Herbie’s hospital bed, he smiled and held her hand, listening to her angelic voice, much like the clink of the crystals hanging from the doorway, gentle, yet powerful.

“He’s going to be just fine, ma’am, he just had a little stress, but his heart checked out fine,” the doctor patted Herbie on the shoulder, “now, you do need to stop that smoking, it’s only fair of me to mention, as it is slowing you down,” Herbie nodded and looked over at Clarabelle and winked.

The doctor left the room, Clarabelle looked in her husband’s eyes and held his hand, “you know, honey, it’s important to listen to what the doctor said, I, uh,” tears rolled down her cheeks and Herbie’s eyes watered.

Squeezing his wife’s hand, Herbie spoke, through choked back tears, “Clair, we are going to do this together, I know what I need to do and as hard as it is gonna be, it’s gotta be done,” to which Clarabelle nodded and arose from her seat.

“Many are called for great things, love, and you were called to be with me and while I am not a great thing, I need to tell you, I need you in my life, Herbie, and there’s no two ways about it, I marvel at God’s gift to us, and sure don’t want to take it for granted.”

Often, Herbie thought his wife should start preaching, because her words would stick with him better than any person at the pulpit, reaching for her hand, he gave it a squeeze, “honey, we have this covered, no matter what, and that is that, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”

Sing of His Mighty Love

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Ten Things of Thankful – January 22 2021

January 22, 2021 Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

Good Morning and Happy Friday and TTOT day! Well, it doesn’t have to be today, but to get the party started I already inserted the above blue bar in case you want to get a running start to join in! Let’s get to it!

Notice the picture of the cabin in the woods? Well, that’s not mine. And as much as I love the pictures of the pretty snow, I am not seeing any and I am grateful, because I like to see the roads stay clear. However, if I were in that cabin, looking out at the snow, having ability to write, and having hot foods and drinks to sip, I would not be ungrateful. So, there’s that.
I received approval for my injection so expect that to happen on Thursday. So, that is the injection for my knee and I am very grateful.
Many of you know that I am putting together an anthology of poetry. I am happy to report that the edits are done, just waiting on a handful of people to confirm all looks okay. I am grateful that people have been quick to get back to me.
I learned a much needed new skill and I am grateful for YouTube videos. I suppose I should give credit to the person who created the video, as well. Otherwise, I would be continuing to have much confusion.
Coupons from the drug store for being a loyal customer helped pay for a good portion of my big purchase yesterday.
Grocery pick up options when it’s just too hard to manage navigating the store. And friendly, helpful people who bring them to the car.
Poetry Critique group from Living Poetry helps me to improve my work and I am so grateful for such a nice group of people.
My helper/daughter when grocery shop. She insists on managing the trunk placement and helps carry and put things away. She used to bag groceries for her job as is very good at this skill.
Neighbors who are quiet.
YOU! So, tell us what’s up with you!

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

January 17, 2021 Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

Let’s hear your marvelous words for this week’s challenge.

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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.
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Haiga and Haiku

January 15, 2021 Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

I am fascinated by this work

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Featured Image Above: A Haiga, a drawing by my niece Kerri, with my attached Haiku

I’m a member of an on-line photography group, which has been interesting and fun for me. Each day we have a different topic/prompt to do, and yesterday’s topic was “Haiga”; Haiga is a style of Japanese painting that incorporates the aesthetics of haikai. Haiga are typically painted by haiku poets, and often accompanied by a haiku poem. Like the poetic form it accompanied, haiga was based on simple, yet often profound, observations of the everyday world. Stephen Addiss points out that “since they are both created with the same brush and ink, adding an image to a haiku poem was… a natural activity.” Well below I am sharing with you my response to the prompt. The pen and ink picture was painted by Carole in 1975(the year we met), and I wrote the attached Haiku…

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Short Fiction, short story, six sentence story

Unfiltered Love

January 15, 2021January 15, 2021 Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

Herbie pulled up in the old grey Dodge, “Bird” as named by his best friend, George; Turning the handle on the garage, he pulled up the door and went inside, scuffing into his workshop, and placed his worn tool bag on the bench, all the while thinking about what might be going on with him, coughing so much and feeling such a hard time with breathing; lighting up another one of his unfiltered he took a draw and slowly blow a stream of smoke before another hack came on, “these damn things are getting the best of me, maybe I oughta give them up,” he snuffed the butt since there was some more left for later and closing the garage door, he went inside the house.

Scents of cinnamon and apples greeted Herbie before he could enter the house and he smiled, knowing his dear wife, Clarabelle, had made his favorite dessert of apple pie; opening the door, he saw her standing at the stove, unaware he entered; easing up behind her, but being ever so careful she was not in danger of getting burned he reached around her waist and gave her a squeeze and a peck on her warm, red cheek, to which she giggled and said, “hi, honey, how was your day?”

“It was pretty good, we got old man Fletcher’s barn door fixed and I don’t think he’ll have any escaped cows anymore, ‘course that’ll mean no more cream for us when we rescue another stray, but that’s okay.”

“Well, we will be okay without so much free cream; my hips are getting too wide as it is.”

“Clair, my love, you know I love your hips and everything they’re attached to, so don’t you go talking that silliness, as long as we stay healthy, we have no worries,” patting her hips, letting out another hack, Herbie excused himself and went to the bathroom to wash up for supper; it looked like chicken and dumplings, and that was a good enough reason to scrub extra hard.

Tending to the chicken and dumplings, Clarabelle thought to herself, I hope he will be open to going to the doctor for that cough, there is not enough whiskey honey to solve that problem, and she felt her eyes water and felt she was being watched, just then she turned around and there he was, on the floor, passed out from lack of breath; she quickly called an ambulance and stayed by his side, and when they arrived, they could get him to breathing, but took him in to the hospital, assuring Clarabelle, that they would do all they could to help him and she grabbed her purse and took off right behind them, with prayers that her faith, unfiltered, would carry him through, and she believed it did.