Poetry can help individuals sort through their
traumas and losses. It can help share and express their deepest thoughts.
Feelings of loss may be represented with
symbols of ash or dust in a dream. When one loses an important person through
death, they must deal with the departure. Dreams help create metaphorical
symbols to explain the pain. Sometimes, dreams that revolve around death may be
about the dreamer’s own mortality, at other times, the dreams are not about
death but about the future, life changes, fear of the inevitable circumstances
such as retirement or divorce.
W.S. Merwin wrote in his poem, “Some Last
that ash and body parts represent how we put them to good use in life and our
eventual death. Violence in dreams may end in death and can symbolize the
person’s inner turmoil between good and evil, a failure or judgment of
character, including guilt.
Symbols for death vary and may be used to
associate the coming of death, going back to death, rebirth, an accidental
death, the afterlife, and may even mean life.
The personal grave is another symbol for death
and dying. The grave or tombstone in a cemetery is the symbolic representation
of the deceased and helps transform our attitude toward death. It leads to a
connection between present and future unknown. For example, the person visiting
the grave site of the deceased recalls certain events and characteristics of
the dead. Graves and things associated with cemeteries are used as metaphors to
symbolize different forms of loss and pain. Through memories, one connects the
past with the present and learns to make meaning from the future without the
presence of the dead.
He who waits to do a great
deal of good at once, will never do anything.
first time I read this quote, I had to stop and reread it again. It got me
thinking about the people I know who leave a dozen things to do in one day.
I started thinking about why was that a bad thing. I know people who
procrastinate and end up doing a good job.
again, I don’t think Mr. Johnson was talking about little projects. He might
have had the idea of being kind and respectful with others. If so, we should
try to understand each other a little more rather than fight.
not, we might just end up not doing anything when something catastrophic
happens. Our sympathy and aid goes a long way. I guess that’s why it’s been
said: ‘a little goes a long way.’
a trainer for your puppy is like finding a veterinarian that matches your
personality as well as your pet. Of course, there are things you can look for
such as credentials, years of training, customer reviews, what type of training
techniques are used, and if they had experience with your pet’s breed.
trainer should be using positive training. They should not hit or force a dog
to do anything. A happy dog is a good dog.
the pet guardian should be present during the classes to learn how to handle
their pet and the commands. I mean, if you didn’t take your puppy to training,
wouldn’t you be doing the same at home?
your dog might make mistakes, but that’s okay. Just like we learn from our
mistakes, so will your dog. Good luck!
are a few websites to get started (but don’t limit your search to these):
more you write, the more you realize it takes time away from doing other
why do I do it?
one thing, writing is part of that creative spark in my brain that pulls on my
dendrites until it comes out as a story. It’s a very nagging feeling.
writing is work. I like to stay busy and writing is one way I can accomplish
any aspirations to become a well-known author begin with sitting down and writing.
Again, letting those creative sparks flow out of my fingers and onto the
keyboard, are what’s needed to get better. Reading lots also helps.
up is not an option (though considering it doesn’t make you a bad person, just make sure to get off this ride).
time to write is important. Whether it is thirty minutes or an hour, it’s all
worth it at the end.
always wanted two particular actors to come together and do a fun skit on
screen. So, when Writer’s Digest added the writing prompt about choosing your
favorite actor in a car accident with you, I decided to write a short story
with Nathan Fillon and Bruce Campbell. It’s actually a fun exercise.
Lulu had just pulled out of the building she attended traffic
school for the second time in two years. One full day of attendance and the
ticket would be cleared off her record… again. If only the responsibility of
driving weren’t such a chore, she wouldn’t have to enroll in any more.
She drove a beat up Volkswagen beetle with the top almost chewed
to bits. A job at Coffee Express wasn’t going to enter her in the best dressed
hostess contest, but like her dear Daddy always said, “Lulu, you’ve gotta save,
save, save, ‘cuz nothin’s free in life.” Except Daddy didn’t know about the new
purse she spent her paycheck on or the new smartphone she eyed at the mall and
now had stuffed in her back pocket.
Those were the thoughts that staggered her mind the minute her
car was hit by the rear bumper of a black Cadillac up front- a light fender
bender which caused their trunk to pop open. The tinted windows spelled out
R-I-C-H and she knew this would not bode well on her car insurance.
Lulu clutched the steering wheel and bit her lip, “Get a grip.”
She turned off the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt, “Emergency lights.” She
reminded herself to press the button and told herself, “Make sure and assess
the damage.” She stepped out of her car and at the same time, a tall man came
out of the Cadillac.
Lulu covered her mouth, “Oh, man, oh man oh man.” She lifted her
finger from her free hand, “You’re… you’re…”
The tall man sprinted over to her and lowered her hand, “Shh,
young lady. Don’t you know it’s not polite to point?” He looked around as
drivers glanced through their windows at the accident. He waved them away with
“But… but you’re Nathan Fillon from Firefly… and Castle!”
Nathan wiped his forehead. His eyes shifted left and right,
“Okay, tell you what, I’ll let this slide -”
“What?” The shock of standing in front of her favorite actor
began to wade, “This was not my fault…” she gulped saliva down her throat, “You
backed up into me during a green light.”
“I know, but we don’t have to call the police… Here,” he handed
her a card with his name and contact information, “Why don’t you swing by and
we can talk this over, hmm?”
Lulu got hold of the card and stared at it blankly, almost
melting. Was this an invitation to his next television episode? She felt dizzy
from being this close to Nathan Fillon and she let the card slip.
Nathan caught her before she collapsed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes, it’s just…” and that’s when she saw it. “What’s that?”
“What’s what?” Nathan put his hands in his side pockets.
“It being the body
lying inside the trunk of your car,” she pointed.
Nathan smoothed out her blouse’s shoulder ruffles, “What?”
“That!” Lulu pointed to his trunk.
“Oh, that that.”
She leaned closer and yelped, “That’s Bruce Campbell from Army of Darkness… and Burn Notice!
Nathan nodded nonstop, “Yes, yes he is... let me explain.”
“You killed him?”
“No, but let’s get this straight,” he placed his hand on the top
of the Cadillac, “I’ll let this slide, hey, why not?” He shrugged his
shoulders, “But on one condition,” he raised his finger.
Lulu’s eyes widened, “What?”
“You forget about this thing and I’ll pay for any damage to your
Lulu noticed Bruce’s famous profile and dark hair, and he seemed to be
without ropes. "I always thought he was great."
“Oookay,” Nathan closed the trunk door, “Bruce’s last wish before
his heart attack was to take him in the trunk of my car to the hospital.”
“Yes, we’re on our way… you know… gonna pay my respects there.”
Believe me when I tell you that Lulu was confused. “Why would
anyone make a dying wish like that?”
“Ahh, Bruce was kind of… hmm… eccentric.”
Lulu caught sight of Nathan’s fingers tapping the trunk. Was she
on some sort of show already or was she daydreaming this? But if she could
avoid the penalty from the car insurance…
“Well, in that case, you have nothing to worry from me.”
“I knew you’d understand. I knew the minute I saw you.” He
brought his fingers to his lips.
“Here,” he handed her four hundred dollar bills. “This should be
enough to cover any expenses. If not, give me a call… um?”
“Lulu. Thank you.” He smiled, picked up the card on the floor
and handed it to her, then, walked back in to his car and revved up the engine.
He waved goodbye as he drove off.
Lulu stood with mouth gaping. She still held the card with
Nathan Fillon’s personal number. “Wow.”
“So, did she buy it?” Bruce stuck out his head by pushing the
seat cushions open from inside the trunk.
“I think so.”
“Maybe you went a little overboard with the whole dying wish
thing.” Bruce crawled out of the trunk.
“She would have freaked out if I told her I killed you.”
Bruce nodded. “But the cash?”
“We did hit her car.”
Bruce placed his hand on his chin. “You think next time I should
“Nah, we’re not doing the zombie thing.”
“Maybe you should be the dead one.”
Nathan chuckled and turned on the GPS, “Where to now?”