One Word Photo Challenge – HUMID

The humidity is rough in Florida!

If there is one thing you have in Pensacola, Florida – its humidity. Located on the Gulf of Mexico in northwestern Florida (near Alabama) this location has summers filled with HIGH humidity. We have not had much rain. Quick violent bursts of thunderstorms and then there is nothing. Fairy swamp is empty. My poor fairies are struggling for moisture. However, moisture comes in many forms…

This photo shows humidity in the form of the fog that curls and spirals in the field behind our house.

High humidity in Fairy Swamp leaves moisture dripping from the leaves. The heat is intense and you feel like you are wearing a second skin.

Is it humid where you live?

Thanks for stopping by today. I enjoyed our visit! See you again.

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday Weekly Wrap-Up from 7/22/15

Welcome to the WRITER’S QUOTE WEDNESDAY Weekly Wrap-Up where our writers highlight their photographic and writing talent by making up their own quotes or sharing quotes from their favorite authors. (Please do not link to this post. Link to the new prompt on Wednesday, July 29, 2015). Please don’t forget to tag your post “Writer’s Quote Wednesday” to make them easier to find in the reader.

We have many new participants this week. Please make sure to visit the blogs of the writers who have shared their writer’s quotes with us. It is an honor for them to get to know you better. The blog names are found above their images.

These writers are amazing! Enjoy!

Lance Greenfield
*New this week*

Shirley’s Heaven


Inspiration with an Attitude
*New this week*

Melissa Barker-Simpson

One thing I’ve learned through all the ups and downs is that if you’re doing things right, then you have a core group of people. Not just a core group like your homies or your buddies, but a group of people that has a good influence on you, who you respect and admire, and you know that if they’re on your side, you’re doing something right – Hope Solo

Disappearing in Plain Sight
*New this week*

Zen & Pi


My Etch a Sketch Life
*New this week*

I Maniking Blog


Serins Sphere
*New this week*

Rebirth of Lisa


Magnanimous Word
*New this week*

Meredith’s Musings


Nagrij Writes the Hits You Never Knew Existed

“We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.” – Zhuangzi.

The Writer Next Door


Taking a Walk through History


Seasoned Sistah2


Silver Threading


Thank you for stopping by to see all the inspiration that enfolds us in our WordPress Nation! The power of positivity flows into your writing! When you have that “can-do” attitude… books get written!

Get your “can-can” attitude working and tell us which quote inspired you the most!

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How to Hashtag Blog Tweets.

Silver Threading:

Here is the scoop on #hashtags for Twitter from Hugh and Ronovan! <3

Originally posted on Hugh's Views & News:

Howdy folks, it’s me, it’s me, Ronovanee. Okay, so it’s Ronovan, but Ronovan didn’t rhyme. Hugh is letting me hijack his blog for a moment. Just don’t tell him I did it, cause he doesn’t know I snuck in. Remember, everything that follows are my opinions and not Hugh’s, so if you disagree, it’s all on me. OOOooooOOo I rhymed that one for real, oh what a thrill. o,O (All images created by me. My apologies in advance.)

I want to start off by saying blogging isn’t a game of numbers for me. I know for some it is and you can tell who those people are. They are the sad people that belittle others who do things because they believe in them instead of doing them for gaining followers and views. In the words of the masochistic dog to the flea, “Bite me”.

What is Hashtagging?

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My Elf Killer Saga is Trending on ReadWave

My friend Hugh, from Hugh’s Views and News, shared his great news last week that his story, The Truth App, was trending on ReadWave.

This was a new platform for me, so I checked it out. I like the simplicity of the forum. It is easy to read and comment on other people’s writing. I joined and posted my Elf Killer Stories. Part II and Part III of the Elf Killer Saga is featured on the Trending page of ReadWave! My excitement overwhelms me! :D Thanks, Hugh for the great tip!

If you have the time, please check out ReadWave as another source for your writing.

Happy Monday!

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Mindful Monday – Mindful Nothingness – The Road to Meditation

Welcome to Mindful Monday! Each week I try to examine new or sometimes old things about myself. I have found that being mindful encompasses the act of being watchful, aware, wary, heedful, alert, careful, or attentive, in whatever area in my life I feel it applies to, as I attempt to live in the present.

If you are reading this I know you are a student of mindfulness too. It is a journey and a personal one at that. Each one of us has a different path to take to achieve our goals and needs. What works for some will not work for others. In my quest to become more mindful, I share links and resources to open your mind to the wonders of mindfulness. You never know, it might launch you on your own journey.

Do you ever think about nothing? I mean nothing at all. Have you ever been able to get to where there are no thoughts jumbling around in that great brain of yours. There is just nothingness. It’s hard to do. I know. I’ve tried.

I work hard at trying to lose my thoughts. Sometimes I imagine them as balloons floating on a gentle breeze. When the thought comes into my head, I pop it… and let it go. I watch it drift away. This helps me get rid of my thoughts.

I have found the following infographic helpful in clearing the mind and finding that special nothingness.


Today, I want to share a Ted Talk video from Andy Puddicombe: All it takes is Ten Mindful Minutes.

Image Credit: HealthyPlace.com

The Mind Unleashed will give you 5 Tips on how to meditate for beginners. There is no right way. It is only what works for you. Don’t be afraid to try. Just close your eyes…

This week I am going to continue working on clearing my mind for contemplation. I want to reach that state of nothingness where thoughts do not enter my mind in a random fashion. Music seems to help me clear my thoughts, but then I need it quiet. This works best if you can find a one minute chant to help you relax.

When I started my mindful journey in January 2015, it was with the intent to post my thoughts every Monday. This is the 31st Mindful Monday post that has been shared. This is our journey into mindfulness. The more we share and learn from each other, the better our journey becomes.

Would you like to share your mindfulness journey with others? If you are interested in sharing your goals or aspirations, I want to highlight your journey here on Silver Threading. Send me an email at silverthreading@gmail.com and I will be happy to feature you on a guest post.

Remember, this is not a challenge.  This is an offering of support.  If you would like to join in with your own Mindful Monday goals you can do so in the comments, or on a separate post of your own making.  If you want to link back to my post, please feel free to do so, however, it is not necessary.  My main aim here is to give and get support to become more mindful of the things I take for granted in my life.

 

Namaste. I wish you all peace and joy this week!

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Up Close and Personal – Deep Pink Crepe Myrtle

The Daily Post Photo Challenge asks us to get up close and personal! It is a good thing I snapped these shots the other day. Since Friday, thunderstorms ripped through our neighborhood leaving only a few of these glorious blossoms remaining. The tree was buzzing with bee activity while I was photographing.

I love the contrast between the dark pink color of the blossoms and the sky and clouds.

Bees are buzzing everywhere on the heavy blossoms.

The crepe myrtle from afar.

Thanks for stopping by northwest Florida to see what is blooming in all the heat. I will see you all again!

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The Elf Killer – Part III: The Witch of Timmoral Forest

Check out Melissa Barker Simpson’s blog to learn more about the challenge.

I chose Option 1: Sentence Starter –

The first time I died, I was nineteen years old and resigned to my fate; the second time was a different story.

I am continuing the story of the Elf Killer, using the prompts from Mel’s challenge. This is a free writing time for me and allows me to experiment with different genres and characters. I am letting my true pantser out once again! I hope you all enjoy.

Here is Part One of the Elf Killer

Here is Part Two of the Elf Killer

As the darkness arrived in Timmoral Forest, Nedra the Witch watched the shadows grow long and deep as they descended and grew from the tall stature of the trees surrounding the glen. Conjuring her deepest magic she had materialized outside the cave she called home on the edge of the forest in order to safely escape from Rawmall, the half-breed elf.

Nedra paced back and forth in front of the door to her cave thinking of what her next move should be. Damn, Rawmall! That half-breed elf makes my blood boil, she thought. She didn’t need to take any more chances around him. His power over her was purely physical. Nedra wanted him in the worst way. If she succumbed to his charms, she would lose everything, again. Death was much too high a price to pay for a sexual tryst with a half-breed elf at this point. Not yet, anyway.

The night birds cooed above in the leafy canopy of the trees. The sounds of small scurrying animals were heard rustling in the dense carpet of leaves beneath her feet. Stars appeared in the night sky. Nedra slipped silently inside her shadowy cave while the ebony whispers of her gown flowed behind her. The low burning fire beckoned to her while the coals brought a warmth to the coldness of her body.

Nedra stoked the fire with a wave of her hand. Suddenly, another huge flame burst from her palm and glowed with a lavender intensity. Concentrating her thoughts, Nedra watched the blaze of her lust slowly burn to the size of a candle flame. Slowly the flame turned into particles of dust filtering through her fingers.

Nedra stared at the grains of sand and remembered. The first time I died, I was nineteen years old and resigned to my fate; the second time was a different story.

Nedra belonged to a coven of witches that like the dark cats they idolized, had nine lives. It was a certain kind of immortality if handled with the utmost of care. That meant following the rules, something Nedra had always struggled with. If certain urges were controlled, the witches could live long lives while meddling in the existence of others for their own pleasure. It was a blissfully wicked existence.

Impatiently, Nedra tapped her blood-red nails on the chalice she drank deeply from while memories swirled around in the dark recesses of her mind. Losing her first life had been careless on her part. At nineteen, she was too young to know that she had to overpower her thoughts of lust and greed. The Warlock had taken her life force quickly. Nedra had simply vanished in a puff of black smoke.

The dark headed human had been her downfall the second time she lost her life. She had bewitched him into giving her all of his wealth and power. However, once again Nedra had been too young to know that she should never trust a human. He had ended her life by thrusting a sword into her heart as she had fled his grasp taking his riches with her.

Eventually, true to Nedra’s powers, the human found himself a pauper and banished from his mortal kingdom. Madness had propelled the man to cross over into Timmoral Forest where the elven colony had flourished since the beginning of time. Visions of Nedra caused the man to view the world through a mist of red blood. Hatred became his life force.

Once Nedra’s life balance of seven lives had been restored, she cast a spell to bring herself back to Timmoral Forest. This time, she was determined to track the dark-haired human and take his life to pay for the untimely death he had taken from her.

Nedra smiled, remembering how she watched the human butcher the blue haired elf. The human was truly insane. She knew this would be her last chance to possess his soul once more. His life energy would give her the knowledge of the humans. She would become stronger with each soul her darkness absorbed.

She followed the human to the elven community of Morr. It was there she cast a spell on the elves hiding them in the darkest part of the forest as she watched the human burn their small community to the ground. The dark-haired human had never seen her coming.

He got what he deserved, Nedra thought, relishing the memory of the dark-haired human boiling in the caldron at Morr. It had worked. The trap had been set. Rawmall had come seeking the elf killer. Soon Nedra would get what she truly desired, Rawmall the half-breed elf.

776 Words.

Thanks for stopping by,

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