copy-of-working-template-for-ff-challenges.pngSince the beginning These Ones delighted in their individual strengths but the essence of These Ones was harmony. In celebration These Ones sought to embody this harmony by coalescing their essences. Fire would spark potential. Air would provide breath. But it was formless Water that gave form to the colorful soils Earth gave for their bodies. Like the plants that gave them food, these creations could only stand when filled with Water. Without Water these creations would be dust.

Water prayed as these creations walked the Earth, breathed the Air and tended their Fires. Go in peace, Water Walkers.


rwr-1This is where the Carrot Ranch  November 7, 2019, prompt led.  In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes Water Walkers. It does not have to be in the Anishinaabe tradition; in fact, it would be more interesting to see interpretations from across all nations and walks. It can be a title or used as a phrase. Go where the prompt leads!

This may put you in mind of the March 21st prompt to feature a bucket of water. Aren’t we all just buckets of water? This is something that I wrote for that earlier prompt.



I am the Moon that orbits the Earth

I am the Earth; I am her Oceans that gather Moon’s beams


I am the woman who gathers water

I am the woman whose water breaks


I am the woman who carries water

Who nourishes, who cleanses, who sustains the child


I am the child who swings the bucket in play

Denying gravity with centripetal force


I am the child who gathers gifts from oceans

Who collects moonbeams in the bucket


I am the Child become the Woman who gathers water

Becomes the Oceans becomes the Moon becomes a centered force.


Bonnie is resigned to her art. I’ve been promoting my friend’s artwork, her quilling, which she features on her blog. And now she’s a poet. The following was her way of letting the school superintendent know she was retiring. Retirement has given her time to make her lovely creations. Coincidence that spellcheck wants “quiller” to read “quitter”? Though she wasn’t quick to quit, she quit to quill and the results are quite amazing. Do check out Bonnie’s virtual gallery.

Crescents and Coils

27 years as school nurse – resignation poem

Headaches, stomachaches, and band-aids for cuts,

Information on flu, good hand washing a must.

Itchy heads, nosebleeds and coughs that don’t stop,

Try a glass of water, you don’t need a cough drop.

Skinned knees, rolled ankles, complaints, oh, so many,

A few minutes of rest, I doubt you’ll need twenty.

Communication with parents, by phone and by letter,

Please, keep your child home until the young one is better.

Immunizations, physicals, reports to the state,

Don’t make this your first stop or to class you’ll be late.

Now you may not believe this, but I know it’s true,

By the third week of June, I will be saying adieu.

It’s been quite an adventure, by any good measure,

To the future I’m looking, but the memories I’ll treasure.

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“Who could that be at the door?”

“Well, it is Halloween.”

She opened the door to a group of children.

“Oh, my. What lovely costumes. You look just like my son when he was young. And you look like my best friend did. Lorraine’s here too, as a kid, before the accident. Honey, come see!”

He stood beside her. “I know, Dear. My heart attack, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

“We’re all here for you.”

“So, what do you think?”

He shrugged, with his familiar half smile. It was up to her.


She stepped out into the cool dark night.



The Carrot Ranch October 31, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the Day of the Dead. It can be the Mexican holiday, a modern adaptation of it, a similar remembrance, or something entirely new. Go where the prompt leads!