Shattered-Revisited


The saying “my heart has shattered into a million pieces” is a cliche’, I know.  But let me explain why I describe it this way.  I look at the cracks and reflect on them.  Every one, a lesson, an event, a memory.  They twist and turn, sometimes backtracking.  Some intertwine. This one, just another stumble in the road of life.  I think that tiny one over there, almost too faint to see, is my First heartache.  Some cracks, you can barely see.  Other are red, raw, still bleeding.  Each crack, a spot where I let in the love, or it was an escape from the ravages of war/love.  Every one painful; but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.  The cracks and fissures are part of me.  They have molded me into the woman I am today.  Yes, I’ll keep my shattered heart.  I’ve grown quite fond of it.

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*I wrote the original of this almost a year ago and liked it then, but with some tweaks, I think that I like it even better now.  Thank you for indulging me with this repeat. 

Image by CeeMon from Pixabay

SpamSpamSpam


Finally! It’s hard to get decent spam these days!! I was doing these spam posts on a regular basis, but haven’t been getting much spam laterly. We all get spam. My way of dealing with it is to poke fun at some the spammy comments that I get.  The comments below are just as I received them.  My comments about them are in BOLD.  I hope you enjoy!  

the TV Stands that i bought online is made of lighweight what is lighweight?
aluminum, i like aluminum because it can be anodized** Huh? I could give a rat’s a** about your TV trays.

Howdy! Well, howdy partner! I’m at work Shame! Better hope the boss
doesn’t catch you!
surfing around your blog from my new iphone 3gs! um… ok. 

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New efforts to help Minnesota farmers in crisis


REBLOG:  Please read Audrey’s post about farmers and their struggles.

Minnesota Prairie Roots

Tilling at sunset, Redwood County, Minnesota.

I WITNESSED THE DESPAIR first-hand. The overwhelming concern that can settle in when bad weather affects crops, prices drop and the bills pile high.

A well-kept, stately barn west of New Ulm, Minnesota.

Too many years I observed the struggles my dad faced as a farmer. Even as a kid I understood. But now, as an adult reflecting on my past, I understand even more. I observed the stress Dad faced in 1976 when a drought left him without enough feed for the livestock and necessitated purchasing a boxcar full of hay from Montana. I recall, too, the time he dumped milk down the drain, part of a National Farmers Organization protest over low milk prices. And then, when a tornado hit our farm, he had to make agonizing decisions about whether to rebuild.

A farm site in my native Redwood County, Minnesota, where…

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Playing Favorites Friday-Jessica Bakkers


Welcome to another of my Friday Favorites!  Each Friday, I will bring to you some information about a favorite blog/blogger.  This week I want to tell you about Jessica Bakkers

I connected with Jess a few years ago.  She is an aMAZEing writer.  Brilliant!!  She is working on a novel that I cannot wait to get my hands on.  It’s called Guns of Perdition.  You can find out about it and some of her other works HERE.  Some of her short stories have brought me to tears.

This girl has an amazing sense of humor!  Browse around her blog and you’ll be glad you did. Jess is from Australia and has no trouble poking a little fun at herself.  THIS is a good example of one of her hilarious posts.

In addition to being an incredibly talented force, you will find Jess to be sweet, funny and genuine.  Please don’t miss out on connecting with this wonderful writer.  Go visit Jess’s blog today! Now! Go!

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

 

Everyday Heroes


*Originally posted in 2017.  We can never repay the sacrifice.

Penny Wilson Writes

*On this Veteran’s Day, my humble offering of a small tribute to those that serve and those that have served.  Thank you.

This man is a mere mortal of flesh and blood.  The light I see in his eyes is that of an honorable man.

He sees the demons and beasts that few of us see.  He would give his life to slay them.

These beasts are not in the form you would know.  They wear the cloak of innocence.  They are the neighbor next door or the woman at the market.

This man stands at the ready so you can sleep safely in your bed tonight.

He runs toward the demons in our world, not away from them.   There are battles to be fought and demons to slay.

How can we repay the sacrifice?

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson    **Beautiful artwork by Murphy Elliott

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