Butterflies. {short story}

Carol B Sessums:

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Originally posted on Restawyle:

Thursday 28th August 2014.

From an original idea from a good friend and exceptional blogger and writer herself.  Pop over and say hello. Carol B Sessums at adjustingyourfocus. – http://adjustingyourfocus.wordpress.com/

The Butterflies.


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It always started off with her stepping outdoors, walking a few steps into her garden. A large orange and black butterfly would flutter around her head, then land on her shoulder. She would walk a few more steps then a blue one would flutter in front of her face and then settle on her other shoulder. She never attempted to wave them away, she always welcomed them. Even though she was walking she never moved any further away from her back door.                                        

The next time the same would happen but now four butterflies would appear and settle on her shoulder. Each time she would then wake up, sweating all over, her forehead soaking her pillow…

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Before The Break of Dawn

P1140203The Daily Post’s prompt for today is New Dawn.

Here’s the general idea:  How often do you get to (or have to) be awake for sunrise?  Tell us about what happened the last time you were up so early (or late…).


So, I posted this photo yesterday on my blog since it was so inspirational on the way to school.  So funny that today’s prompt is New Dawn.  It fits.

My daughter and I rise at 0:dark:30 every morning to get ready to go to school.  She’s a typical teenage girl in the sense it takes her 2.5 hours to get ready.  I’ll admit it took me about 2 hrs to get ready when I was a teenager.  Some of you might remember the 80’s with the big hair.  I hot rolled mine every morning, put on way too much makeup (and badly, I might add, since I never had any instruction on application back then).

My daughter doesn’t roll her hair.  She sometimes uses a straightener (hot iron), although I’m not really sure why, as she already has straight hair.  Hmmm.  Oh, believe me, I’ve asked her and she says, “My hair’s not really straight and the straightener makes it straight and smooooooth.”  ;)  Okay.  Well, sometimes she doesn’t do anything to her hair and it looks pretty much the same to me.  So whatever.  Whatever makes her happy, I guess.  She does wear makeup but she does it in such a way that it doesn’t really look like she’s wearing much makeup, if any.  That’s good actually, as I would not allow her to walk out the door looking like a freak (like I did back in the 80’s), but I haven’t figured out what takes her sooooo long.  I’m sure my mother wondered the same thing when I was her age.

So anyway.  We get up at 4am.  Monday thru Friday.  I get coffee.  Lots.  Of.  Coffee.  And get her bath water ready (as she is still recovering from knee surgery and can’t do all the bending yet).  It takes me about an hour to get ready these days.  Sometimes I fix breakfast.  Sometimes I don’t.  It all depends on if she’s hungry or not.  Sometimes the girl eats like a man and other times, she’s just not hungry in the mornings.  Lack of breakfast doesn’t hurt her as she has always excelled in school.  Gotta feed the furbabes (2 dogs and a cat).  Gotta fix her lunch and pack it up.  Gotta get her to school by 7am for Driver’s Ed, which is the first hour before real school starts.  And then I go back home to work.

I love the views in the morning on the way to school.  There are 3-4 different routes we can take and this drive is, by far, the best.  I’ve posted several pictures of this drive on my blog in the past.  Fields are filled with fog cascading over the rolling hills, hanging like a veil, blanketing the sleeping trees, so quiet and peaceful and cozy.  I could just drink it in.  It’s the best part of the day, watching the sun rise, watching the world wake up and breathing in the life of a new day (or one of the best – I like stormy skies and starry/moon filled skies too).  It shows me that beauty abounds everywhere at every time of day and we should look for that beauty and appreciate God’s masterful artistry.  I know it fills my heart with joy.  I hope it does yours.

Y’all have an inspired and beautiful day.  ;)  *smooch*

If I Had My Own Personal Robot…

The Daily Post’s writing prompt for today is You, Robot.

The idea:  Congrats — you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?


Okay, this is an easy one.  I don’t hate this responsibility/job, BUT if I had a robot to handle this for me, I’d have him/her/it relieve me of my contracts.  I actually like the work I do.  However, if I could more fully focus on the book I’m writing, I would so love to not have to work all day long.  I’d have time to clean my house, time to write, time for yard work and quality family time.

My contracts go anywhere from 3 hours a day to 15 hours a day, 5, 6 or 7 days per week.  There are highs and lows to working from home.  I’ll take all of it, though, because there’s no place I’d rather be.  I am allowed the opportunity to drive my child to and from school, take her to any and all appointments, help her with homework and projects and everything else she does.  In other words, I get to stay home, work and raise my child all at the same time.  And.  It’s.  Wonderful.

I hate to do the dishes but it doesn’t take long to do those.  So I’d rather be free of “work” to have the 3-15 hrs per day to do other stuff.  Wouldn’t that be amazing???!!!

What would you have your robot do for you?

Wear Books Like Crazy Hats

ray  “You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”
Ray Bradbury


That’s funny.  I thought I was the only one who wore books like crazy hats.  I’m telling on myself, aren’t I?  ;)  And don’t you just love that old musty smell of books?  The more vintage the book, the better the fragrance?  Or am I just weird?  Do you ever wear books like crazy hats?

What Would You Do?

Work? Optional! is today’s prompt from The Daily Post.  If you join us in this challenge, you are sure to have a great time!  It’s tons o’ fun.

So, this is the idea:

If money were out of the equation, would you still work?  If yes, why, and how much?  If not, what would you do with your free time?


Oh, wow, if I didn’t have to worry about money?  How awesome would that be?!  Would I still work?  Yes.  In a sense.  While I love my contracts and the different hats that I wear, I would transition someone else into those positions and I would simply work on my books.  My first love, after my family of course, is writing.  I’ve been working on a book series since about October/November 2013.  It actually started as one book and then turned into 3.  Now, it’s 4 since the backstory came into my head.  The story before the story and that will continue to be book 4.

I would simply work on my books and attempt at publication, I think.  The whole idea is simply to earn money from my books.  I have NEVER wanted fame and I don’t care to be filthy rich.  To be comfortable, to not have to worry or struggle with money issues and take a nice vacation once or twice a year is all I care about where money is concerned.  So, if money were out of the equation, I’d have to rethink the whole publication thingy.  Hmmmm.  That’s a really good question.  In many ways, I believe these voices talk and sometimes scream in my head because they need their stories to be told.  I suppose I’d be doing them a disservice by not sharing their stories with others as they are beautiful characters and their stories are both tragic, unexpected and breathtaking.  So, okay, yes, I’d attempt to publish the stories.  Can you tell I think as I write?  Hope ya don’t mind.

How much would I work on them?  Well, it’s safe to say I’d have many other items on my To Do list but here’s part of my To Do list if money were out of the equation:

1)  Family first, so cooking more, more fun family time, road trips at least one weekend per month, maybe more, cook more with my daughter.

2)  I’d probably write about 4-6 hours a day at the very least M-F.  Then, I’d spend at least an hour on Saturday and on Sunday.  I think when you are a writer, the lust for writing/typing words is just rushing through your veins constantly.  This is why it’s so difficult at times for me to stay focused and stay on task when I’m working on something other than writing.  Ideas come into my head.  The voices start talking and I have to suppress them to get my jobs done.

3)  What else would I do?  I’d work in the yard more.  It’s all I can do to mow the grass and I really love to mow.  Hey, I’m a country girl.  What can I say.  I even miss bush-hogging!  So, yes, I’d mow as soon as the yard needed it, I’d keep things trimmed up nice and fresh and clean, I’d garden.  Oh my, how I miss gardening!!!  We used to have corn, tomatoes, peas of all kinds, peanuts, cauliflower, broccoli, potatoes, and on and on, and Mama (further over on the property) had strawberry gardens.  We’d have strawberry shortcake, strawberry homemade ice cream, everything strawberry!  Fabulous!!!  I miss shelling peas, shucking corn, all of it.

4)  I’d make more time for volunteering and take my family with me.

And those would be the top 4 on my To Do list, although, I’m sure if I sat here for another 30 minutes, I could come up with several more.

So, what would you do?

There’s Always A Way

The Daily Post’s daily prompt:  Breaking the Ice and here’s their idea:

The internet has recently been swept up by the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.  Is there a cause — social, political, cultural, or other — you passionately believe in?  Tell us how you got involved — or why you don’t get involved.


Wanting to help others is part of why we were created.  We are supposed to give to the poor, feed the hungry, and give shelter to the homeless.  However.  I will never give money again to a homeless person.  I did once, since he begged for food.  “Just a dollar.  Anything you can give.  I just wanna eat.”  I was putting gas in my car and in order to get him to stop spitting on my windshield and wiping it “clean” with his shirt sleeve, I gave him $5.  There was a fast food chain right next to the gas station.  Did he go get a burger?  No.  He watched me watch him go into the gas station and buy a pack of smokes.

Now while I realize not all homeless people do this, it nipped my giving money to them in the bud.  I have given food to homeless people.  They did not say thank you (not that they really had to), nor did they seem happy to be fed, so I’m 95% positive they only want money.  I am sure many of them want the money to eat, but I wonder what percentage are actually homeless.  I’m talking about those standing at the intersections holding the sign that says ‘Please give money.  Hungry.  God bless.’  Many have been followed and watched as they gave the money to someone else in their group.  They go buy smokes, alcohol, drugs.  It hurts it for the honest ones who really do need the money to buy food.

With that said, I will only donate money to the shelters (once bitten, twice shy), to the local food pantries and to those charitable organizations I feel passionate about.  I’m passionate about helping the poor but only through the food kitchens, so I buy food for those places, I serve with my time, along with my mother and daughter.  Even our Girl Scout troop has served and raised food donations and money for our local soup kitchen.

I’m also a huge animal fan.  We’ve given monetary and food donations to animal shelters, blankets, food & water bowls and we’ve served with our time.  We have a rescue dog and he’s the best dog we’ve ever had (shhhh!   Don’t tell the others.)  We’ve actually had several rescue dogs and rescue cats and we’ve rescued wild animals that were hurt or nearly killed.

We have participated in walks and raising money for the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure (I have friends with or who have survived breast cancer and some did not.)  I participated in walks and raising money for the American Diabetes Association (my grandpa had diabetes and I have friends that suffer with it.)  I’ve walked and raised money for the American Heart Association, March of Dimes, as well as a handful of other causes.  We love to help out the Angel Trees, Toys for Tots and give to battered women’s shelters, children’s homes and many organizations that help abused, neglected and hungry children.  And then there’s St. Jude, the Make a Wish Foundation, our local Ronald McDonald House, Blair E. Batson Children’s Hospital and on and on.

The point I want to make here is find a cause or causes you believe in.  There are so many that we support.  I wish I had enough money and time to give to many more, because there are a great many I believe in.  If you don’t have the money to donate to these causes, that’s fine.  Sometimes (much of the time) we don’t have money to give.  Try to make some time to gather belongings you don’t need/use anymore and donate them to the Salvation Army, women’s shelters, children’s homes.  Call up your local food pantry or soup kitchen or a hundred other organizations and charities in your own neighborhood that could use an extra pair of hands and offer your help for an hour or two.  Better yet, get your whole family involved.  Take your Girl Scout troop, a group of friends from work, etc.  You’ll be amazed at how great you feel afterwards when you help someone else.  Find a way to serve.  If you have the will, there’s always a way.

Expecting Miracles Manifesto

I don’t usually post twice on the same prompt but I had this stuck in my head this morning…

If you don’t know what prompt I’m talking about, check out The Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge prompt, Manifesto.

Okay, so many of you that know me know that, at times, I have a love/hate relationship with God. Okay, hate might be too strong a word. Let me try anger. Yes, a love/anger relationship.


Today is going to be different. Queue Manifesto:

Expecting Miracles Manifesto





Today, I will not anger.


I will not cuss. No matter if that dude cuts me off in traffic. I will not allow road rage to invade my brain nor trash my mouth. I will not curse. I will not utilize rude hand gestures. The most I will do is flap my tongue at him in frustration as if Ms. “Ouiser” in Steel Magnolias. Remember when the bird pooped on her head? Because let’s face it, most of us cannot just grin and wave happily at someone who just wronged us. But I will not cuss.

melt I will practice faith. This means I refuse to let worry take me over. I will not doubt God. I will KNOW he is listening and he is gonna take care of everything today. Even though my car a/c isn’t working and my car is making a funny sound, I will be glad in the fact that my car runs and gets us to where we need to go and home again.

crutch I know my daughter will have an awesome day. I know it will be more amazing than yesterday, wherein she will not feel the need to take somebody out with a crutch to the head, because she is armed and dangerous. She’s packing. Two crutches, so she has a backup. I know they will not mess with her in a rude and hateful fashion and instead, be helpful and kind as students who attend a Christian school are supposed to act. I believe. She will have a wonderful day.

smile I will grin and bear it no matter what. They say ‘fake it till ya make it.’ Not sure who they are but I’ll try it. They say the more you smile and are happy, even if it’s not real, it will eventually become real and then all of a sudden, POOF! you realize you really are happy. I’ll try that. I will be silly and goofy also. This always helps. Yes, not only will I help those around me laugh. I will laugh at myself. Because I can.

moon I will find beauty in the day. Like how sometimes the moon hangs overhead during the day in the clear blue sky. I think it looks other worldly. So cool. No matter how hot it gets or what things may go wrong… I will look for the good, only the good and the beauty.



I will think positive and be positive and remain mindful of being positive. I will not let fear to enter my mind. I will not doubt. (Please see faith above). I will expect miracles. Good things will happen. Yes they will. Yes they will. Yes they will. Say yes. Yayess!!

I will step outside my comfort zone. That would be a miracle right there. I did step a little out of the zone. I finally posted a pic of me on my about page yesterday. I like being behind the camera, not ever in front of it. I do not like photos of myself. So, see? I can step outside my comfort zone. It’s working already.

Wow, it really is working. It’s still morning and my daughter just texted me with, “you were right.” They are being nice today?! Nice! Keeping those crutches vertical. My mom texted me with happiness from work, so it’s a good day for her, too.

I will believe in myself. Not only faith in God and other people but in myself. I will stop the resistance. I will stop the self-sabotage and I will have faith in me, in my writing, in my goals and dreams. I am smart. I am creative. I am capable of greatness. I am.

Today, I will let go and let God. I will let him deal with all our issues today. I will do what I need to do and get it done. I will work on my contracts, get the work done and do it well. I will put in time to write and work on my book. It’s going to be an amazing day. I’m expecting miracles.

Good things are happening today.

*And even though my post did not publicize to my social media links, I did not cuss.  I can be good.  I tried and tried and still it would not publicize, so here I am reposting.  And Voilà!!  Posted and publicized.  Yippee.  *queue grin*