It’s me LuLu.
Today Uncle Al read a book to me about friends in a magical kingdom. They played word games and drew wonderful pictures. It was really fun to learn all about the Queen and the people of the kingdom. I like when Uncle Al reads me stories. They make me happy and are a lot of fun. Maybe one day he will read you some stories.
Dear Lucy,
It’s me LuLu. I went to the park with Uncle Al, Pete and Aunt Kathy today and had some really fun adventures I would like to share with you. Uncle Al and Pete took me on a long walk all around the park and I got very tired and had to sit down. It was such a good day and I was so happy that I gave Aunt Kathy a kiss on the cheek. We found a climbing wall and I climbed to the top of the wall and looked down at Pete from way up high.
They had a giant slide with a big tall ladder and I went to the top and jumped into the slide and yelled, “Weee,” and slid down to the bottom and Pete barked at me and was really excited. Uncle Al caught me so I didn’t go flying off.
There were two swings that Aunt Kathy and I swung on. Uncle Al pushed us very high and we laughed and flew way up in the air. I wasn’t afraid at all.
On the way out of the park I saw a big and giant tree and climbed way up on the branches. I was so far up I could look out over the entire park. I wasn’t scared at all. I love to climb very high in the air and call Pete. She runs around and barks until I come down.
We had so much fun that I can’t wait to go back!
When we went home I was very hungry and I stole some of Aunt Kathy’s peanut butter treat.
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, The Beatles
Dear Mrs. Peach, Seriously, are you kidding me with this new act attempting to discredit my endeavors to get my Swiftie's out to vote? I am amazed. Just when I thought I had seen everything, THIS! My question to you is. What is a girl to do in this new Anti-Woman American mindset, also What color hat are you wearing to the revolution?
Sincerely, Concerned Swiftie
Dear Concerned Swiftie,
First, let me say I am an ardent fan. You might even say I am a Swiftie also. What you have accomplished in life and how you conduct yourself is beyond reproach in my humble opinion. Of course, I am a true Champagne Toy Poodle and receive a fair amount of adulation in my own right. My advice is,"You go girl!" Don't let them bring you down, you are far greater than he ever will be. As you already have seen back in Lesson Six-The Art of Acceptance, I am no fan of Mr.Strump (My Pet Name- I won't give him the satisfaction of using his real name. After all he is the worst name caller in the Universe.) If you recall in the last election I stood up for Kamala Harris when she was being picked on and made fun of for wearing a mask during the pandemic. I won't even begin to go into the millions of Americans that were killed and the untold suffering that was wrought upon the good citizens of this great country by the one and only, Mr. Strump. My lord I am still amazed that he is even allowed to run for an office. Like I told Kamala recently when we spoke, "Girl, you can't let them put you on a shelf. You were an integral part and a primary reason Joe Biden was elected. Then they attempted to silence your voice and make you the dutiful little Vice President You are sooo much more than that. You know better. We must not allow ourselves to be marginalized by this ever increasing attack on women." If I wasn't so pleased by the performance of this administration and how hard they have worked to overcome the complete incompetency and inaction of My Strump's Administration, I would be very angry with Joe now. I guess you can tell, my Sister, that you have touched a nerve with a hot poker, Girl. But poor Joe, while I love him dearly and applaud him for the great savior he and his team is. Its time to let the young folks lead.
My Dear Swiftie! I do not condone violence, hatred, animosity (animalosity), insurrection, and just plain unkindness. One must not preach hatred of any kind, there is absolutely no room in this world for it. So forgive my violent tirade, I too am a work in progress. Stand tall and speak your truth. You are allowed as a Woman in America (at least for now) to have a voice and thoughts, although your autonomy concerning your womanhood is being questioned. When will the conscience of America wake up from the deep sleep it is presently in? I know you try to use your gifts and your platform for good and noble deeds and if they thought they could get away with it they would burn you at the stake in front of the Lincoln Memorial (the second most picked on President, hey at least History tells us they had real witches in Salem) like Joan of Arc! Stem the rising tides, of American Armaggeddon's, turn back the raging sea's of radical extremisms blasphemies, spewing from the cauldron's tended by the World's Aristocracies. Yes it is time for all of us to stand up and be counted. We are with you Taylor. We can proudly stand in our Glorious Womanhood and shout from the Highest Mountain! The Revolution is Now! When is the Revolution! The Revolution is Now! This is not a Revolution of Violence. It is the Revolution of Mind, Body and Spirit through Music, Poetry and Prose. We are here in mass and are ready to be seen and heard. For every great movement in the world there is a catalyst that ignites the flame that begins to burn until it becomes a sweeping raging storm of change. (A Cultural Revolution) That time is now, I do not fear Mr Strump. They don't call me Giant Pete for my stature. I with my sling and trusty pebble will Let Fly my words and slay the Giant! Like The Emperor's New Clothes the entire World will be laughing at his pudgy butt! (Ha, I said pudgy butt for everyone to hear!) Public sentiment will go against him and he will be defeated. To all Swiftie's and all young people who are abandoning Joe, we need to get out and Vote and we will Let our Voices be raised and our Spirits shine brighter than the torch lit for liberty.
It is like my blogs with Jill, Michelle Liz and Barack when you are truly one of God's Chosen Leaders you must step forward and let your voice be heard for all of those that are oppressed and unable to speak.
Yours in Sisterhood
Mrs. Pete Peach
My Favorite Anthem, Only The Young, Taylor Swift
Thank You for your wonderful soul and music.
You have the support and love of Write My Fire.
Which style and color hat do you like for our revolution?
My Preference is the Ariana Fascinator Hot Pink and Red Hat. It's the name of my best friend ever!
I think the Amelia Nude and Navy Blue Goes for you. Next we will have to have Jill, Kamala, Liz, and Michelle choose theirs.
Sometimes I just like to identify with the people here are several head shots. I'm so torn I'm not sure which look would go?
There have been many endings over the years. Leaving the mountain alone has always been my favorite, but as the the years have progressed I have experimented with Tom and Sara being together in some form. Since I had always wanted this to be a young adult work my first go at togetherness was for simplicity. I published it in May of 2022 but then deleted it. I once again offer it up in it's simplicity. Which one is better is for you the reader to decide.
The Moose Jaw
Sara was sitting at the end of the bar. She was unconsciously twisting the end of her auburn hair, between her thumb and forefinger. Her head buried in a novel, reading short stories and good writing was her favorite pastime. There were only a handful of customers this afternoon. The season had ended and business would be slow until autumn winds brought another winter to the Rocky Mountains. A new song drifted over the sound system. The front door slowly opened and a black Stetson appeared. Sara felt her body involuntarily shiver. She quickly buried her head back into her book,
“When are you going to wake up?” Sara said to herself. “You can’t hide from the world forever.”
She stared blankly at the pages. Lifting her hands she turned them upright, they were covered with black smudge marks from the print. She realized that was exactly what she was doing. Hiding from Tom and hiding from herself. Year after year she sat with her books. She listened to others talk of their adventures. Standing at the bar mixing their drinks and collecting their spare change. Spare change to make her ends meet. Always buried in another book, she thought she would probably grow old and grey with a book in her hands.
“Hi,” he said cautiously. He was hoping it would go well. She had this incredible knack for avoiding him.
“Hi,” she smiled radiantly. Sara’s eyes softened as they met his. She jumped off her chair and ran to him. She grasped his hand and held tightly to his big fingers.
”I’m sorry this all happened. I was wrong to try and force you into something you weren’t ready for. If nothing else you taught me the value of freedom and the courage to spend it"
Tom looked deeply into her eyes.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t settle in one place. My first reaction to life is to bolt when things get tough, to run away instead of fighting. I want to be with you, without you I’ll probably always be a drifter. You are the only stability I’ve ever known.”
He saw the same spark that was there the first time they had met. It had never left, even when he thought it would never return.
“Listen, I can’t explain my feelings, when I’m near you. I’m trying to find the words to explain how much I care. It’s just that I’ve got this crazy dream. Maybe I can make a difference. Maybe I can -----.”
She gently put her fingers to his lips.
“I’ll make you a deal. No more talk of commitment. You give me a taste of real freedom.”
He loosened the straps of his knapsack and slid his arm around her waist. He slapped his hand on the bar.
“There’s this little saloon in Targhee called ‘Wild Bills’,” he scratched the stubble on his chin. “You could work on the mountain with me and learn to ski or tend bar there.”
“Only if you shave,” she laughed wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
Tom gently pulled her closer. He felt the warmth of her body next to his. He knew it was right. He would give her everything possible for him to give. Sara was the serenity he found among the jagged peaks. It was meant to last forever. The balance between man and nature in the mountains is fragile and extremely delicate. Life hangs precariously by a taught golden string, stretched sometimes almost to the breaking point. A balance that was as tender and tight as that between a man and a woman. Tom always pushed toward the edge. Someday he would push too far. He would regret many things in his life. He would never regret giving his love to Sara.
“No promises.”
“No promise,” he agreed.
She tore off her apron, and threw it behind the bar. She grabbed her blue knapsack and stuffed her book into it. Pulling on her ski jacket, she flipped her hair outside. It would be an exciting change for her. They started for the entrance.
“Hey Sara, How about another?” one of the customers yelled.
She turned gracefully, her hair flowing in a wide arc. It gently came to rest, tight under her chin. Tom waited his throat dry. He watched every move she made.
Sara glanced back at him. She carefully studied his features cautiously for a sign, any answer. Tom said nothing.
Sara turned and reached for Tom’s hand. They walked out the door.
“What’s Targhee like?” she said.
“I’ll show you,” he replied.
The Ring Song, Jaya Sia Ram, Krishjna Das, Flow Of Grace
What is the relationship of a trilogy to a trinity? The obvious grouping of three is too simple of an explanation. If you examine the trilogy(noun a group of three related novels, plays, films, operas, or albums."J.R.R. Tolkien's epic fantasy trilogy, The Lord of the Rings") you would wonder as a group of writing what the time line is for the origin of the material. If you were to say write a novel at a young age, followed by a later work and then by a significantly later work you could make an argument that would support it as being a trinity in origin. trin·i·ty/ˈtrinədē/, noun, the Christian Godhead as one God in three persons: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Now it may seem sacrilegious to compare your youth, middle age and wisdom of old age to that of a religious trinity but you can see the truth in the analogy of the learned wisdom. What you would have written in the naivety of youth, and the greater wisdom of old age would be vastly different. Hence the analogy to a religious trinity.
