Carols From My Enduring Bones

One of the best things about Christmas Carols are the many interpretations of the songs that are out there.

As a Writer I know that a story is meant to be told and that the best thing that can happen to it is that it will grow legs and run on it’s own- and if you’ve really done your job it will inspire others to tell a story too.

Here are three standard Carols  ( I couldn’t chose just one as suggested by the prompt )with a new ‘do’ that I really do enjoy.

Give them listen!

Christmas Special (2017) Writing Prompt #18 – Favourite Christmas carol

 

Lye Stille

Today’s Waiting For Godot  Advent-ure calls to you to go out and become a Cemetery Explorer.

I’ve done that off and on over the years  and I’m thinking that I would like to take my exploration  more seriously. I am hoping that in the upcoming new year my trips will become more organized- not that spontaneous trips are bad- they’re a lot of fun. The down side is that the material and notes I’ve gathered are scattered around in draft on two different blogs and my photos are in three different storage sites.

Included here are some pictures from various cemeteries that I’ve visited- all except for one is out of the State and a couple aren’t cemetery pictures at all, but the residents were on tour so I figure they’d count

Please take your time in looking at the photos- as I went through them I realized there was much more going on then I realized when I took them.

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Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery

 

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Evergreen Washelli Funeral Home and Cemetery

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Saint Louis Cemtery #1

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Saint Louis Cemetery #1

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Pompeii Exhibit, Seattle Washington

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Sarcophagus For Prince Thutmose’s Cat. King Tut Exhibit Seattle Washington

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Bear Creek Cemetery

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Bear Creek Cemetery

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Cemetery Tour, Seattle WA

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Cemetery Tour, Seattle WA

 

To My Dearest Bones

Today I was asked at the Waiting For Godot Advent Calendar, ” What are the things you cannot let go of? What item, that you have a close attachment to, would you be prepared to offer to the muses in return for a cup of the elixir of creativity? What is something you just cannot relinquish?”

The first thing that popped into my head:

My bones.

I write from my bones, feel from my bones and when I’m gone they will outlive me for a very long time.

I love my bones. They make me the person I am. They support me in everything I do and they have served me well for my entire life.

So I wrote a poem about them.

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I can’t live without you

be without you

my bones wrapped neatly under my skin.

I am nothing without  you

can’t dream without you

my bones held firm by muscle and skin

I’ll live forever

because of you

leave my mark in the earth

because of you

smiling into eternity dreamless  with you

my bones

gleaming like diamonds

cradled with love

held soft kept warm

by

muscle and skin

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The Lost and Found

 

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Have you ever gone looking for the abandoned?

Sometimes the abandoned are people, sometimes they are buildings and sometimes they are a few words carved into stone.

Here’s what I’ve found-  or maybe they’ve found me.

Abandoned.

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Inspired by ” Poetic Faded Spaces “

While Waiting For Godot Advent Calander

The Tree Has Fallen

If you have ever watched a Sci-Fi movie then you know filmmakers have layered on music, people breathing frantically in fear, rocket engines and upon occasion some Rock and Roll. The need to fill up that space with sounds is there because the quiet is pretty creepy plus, it makes the visuals feel incomplete

So we fill in the blanks.

The Solar System is very much quiet to our ears- but the fact is our Solar System and the rest of the Universe is noisy- here’s a sampling of what we are missing.

It’s a shame. It’s all very lovely- in a dark and stormy night kind of way.

Daily Post Prompt: Silent

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot?

A Plea to Resurrect the Christmas Tradition of Telling Ghost Stories

Though the practice is now more associated with Halloween, spooking out your family is well within the Christmas spirit…more HERE

 

My family used to tell a ghost story or two or three at Christmas- there was something about being full of warm food and good drink that brought out the devil of a story tell in our  midst and then would say just above a whisper-

” Remember that time we thought we heard that knock at the door, and then we heard it at the window and then we heard the basement door open-”

And of course one of us would say, ” I wasn’t there. What happened? ”

It wasn’t until I got married and hung out with my in-laws for the first time that I realized not all families sat around a tree and told stories about angry spirits and lost spirits and dogs and cats that followed you home in the snow and the dark and when you turned around there wasn’t a dog or a cat but a man in fancy clothes and a top hat standing there in the snow with no tracks- human or otherwise in the snow except for your own.

He would ask if he could come in and warm himself by your fire- and some of us would invite him in and other’s would not.

 

Some families, I learned,  turned on every single light in the house on and drowned out the glow from the lights on the tree and in the window. They played  board games where you learned about geography or card games you collected over the year because it was ” Magic ”  .

Then you could talk about Nature and Cows and what it was like to grow up on a farm.

I was lost from that point on-I really did not know what to do with myself over the holidays anymore.

I gave up on Christmas for awhile- the suburbs had eaten Christmas and spit out it’s bones  and not in a fun or amusing way.

The Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future were not invited to these energetic Shopping Mall inspired gatherings. Not unless they were wearing Old Navy Clothes or your favorite College Football team’s logo somewhere on your person.

Mysterious Men in top hats with dark orange eyes were left on the curb to wait in the darkness alone- their stories falling like snow on an empty streets and dead ears.

But I played along because it was the polite thing to do and for as much as I missed hearing a few good ghost stories I wasn’t looking to scuttle the evening for everyone else.

Still, I’d look into dark corners or try to look through an overly bright window and I’d think about a friend or two- and wonder if I would ever get to spend  Christmas Night with them again.

I hope so.

I really do hope so.

Vilhelm Hammershoi

 

Christmas Special (2017) Writing Prompt #17 – Least favourite part of Christmas

The Loss Of Christmas Ghost Stories.

 

Is Anybody There?

 

It’s almost Christmas- it’s time for Ghost stories and thoughts to chill your bones.

I thought I’d start off with a small scare.

It’s about doors- ones that we can only hope will stay

shut.

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The Empty Hall in the ” Raven ” by Poe

The Ripper’s last victim.

Nightmares.

Things that wait for us

patiently

in the dark

behind closed doors.

Thank You Hamish Macbeth

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This is Hamish Macbeth- I was lucky enough to become his Mommy  just before Halloween in 2014.

I almost named him Boris Karloff in honor of the season and one of my favorite actors but he actually responded to the name Hamish Macbeth- so Hamish he is.

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2014 was not a good year for me for a variety of reasons- one being I suffer from depression and even though I had begun counseling and medication that stuff doesn’t kick in right away so I was struggling.

And why not throw the Holidays into that mess just to make things a little bit harder?

I was lucky. I had help swoop in just before the first fake trees hit the Mall.

The thing that saved me from really having a hard situation become an intolerable one was my  dog.

He was a  12 week old Chocolate Lab Puppy with ( then ) yellow cat’s eyes.

Hamish was this very serious little puppy when I first brought him home. But within a month his personality exploded and he became outgoing, friendly, engaging goofy and scary smart.

He just couldn’t get enough of the world and the people and things in it.

So I got to watch this little bundle of joy take to the world around him with unbridled enthusiasm and energy and curiosity- and I was lucky enough to be there when it happened.

So I went along for the ride an it was just before Christmas.

Here are some of Hamish’s first Christmas pictures- it just seems right to put this post and these pictures up now because I think Hamish is what the holidays SHOULD be about.

Puppies make Christmases perfect!

Hamish wanted in on the Christmas Wrapping fun, so my nieces wrapped him up- which he proudly wore until the tape got warm and the paper fell off.

My niece, my Mom and ” Baby Hamish”

Luis and Hamish- quite the handsome pair!

 

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Christmas Special (2017) Writing Prompt #14 – Best Christmas present