Be Like Cabbage

December 31, 2018December 31, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: advice, Bloom, Cabbage, flowers, FOTD, Metaphor, Nourishment, Photo Challenge, Photo prompt, Poetry, Practical thinking, winter, wisdom 16 Comments

Photo: Amitai Asif

“Be like a flower,” she said,

Wrinkles creasing like sun

‘Round her eyes.

“Be like cabbage, too!”

And she laughed

At my confusion and

Touched a calloused hand

To my cheek

For the umpteenth loving time.

“Bloom alone does not fill stomachs,”

She explained

And the years without

Flickered sad behind her smile

But did not interfere.

“Cabbage blooms as pretty as any,

Yet unlike most who wilt

At summer’s end,

It will hold goodness at the ready

To nourish you through winter.”

“Be like a flower, then,” she smiled.

“And like a cabbage, too.

For it will sustain you:

Bland or spiced or hot or cold

Until the snow melts

And you have lived to a new spring

And can, one day, grow old.”

For Cee’s FOTD challenge

Treasure Hunters

December 30, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Desert, Fish Out Of Water, Flash Fiction, Just for fun, Micro-fiction, Photo Fiction, Photo prompt, Priorities, Sunday Photo Fiction, Treasure Hunting, Wild West 20 Comments

Photo Credit: Joy Pixley

It had been a long trek on an oven of a day in what had to be a replica of hell. I was parched half-way to mummification and about as lively as the end result, but Mark seemed as bouncy as a pixie in morning dew.

He checked the map. “Twenty more feet!”

Either he didn’t notice the forest of thorns (and its likely residents) or didn’t care. He was in his element. I definitely was not.

I’d joined THOR (Treasure Hunters Of Renown) a month prior, on the rebound from a breakup. The local chapter was small but Mark’s enthusiasm was contagious and the prospects were exciting. We compared topography maps with old mining records and discussed unsolved mysteries of lost gold from the bandit days of the Wild West. Hunting treasure sounded alluring. It made me feel brave. From the AC.

“I’m not going in there!” I croaked with a drywall tongue as my mind filled with images of scorpions and my ears strained for rattlers. I was sure I’d heard the cackle of ghosts.

If I made it home alive, the only treasures I wanted were a cool drink, my couch, and my remote.

For Sunday Photo Fiction

On The Stair Way

December 30, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Central Park, Challenges, Current affairs, encouragement, inspiration, Life Lessons, Life paths, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Ups and downs, Which Way Challenge 13 Comments

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

Take your time

As you climb.

Hold the rail.

Breathe in. Exhale.

On the stair way

Of life

Steps of joy

Steps of strife.

Both the rise

And descent

Are energies

Quite well spent,

As long as your heart

Can extend

To see a tad

‘Round the bend.

For the Which Way Challenge

Take A Snapshot Of Your Heart

December 29, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Cuba, life-path, new year, Perspective, Photography, SixWordSaturday, Taking Stock, travel, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing Challenge, Writing prompt 11 Comments

Photo: Inbar Asif

As one year draws to close

And another gets set to rise,

Take a snapshot of your heart

In its joy and woe alike.

As moments tick toward the new,

Remove blinds from your weary eyes,

And let Soul show you who

You’ve been when you were wise.

It will revisit steps you took

So you can plan the next,

And hold the images of good,

For New Year’s light to reflect.

For Six Word Saturday

Cute Quartet

December 28, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Adorable, babies, Cute, Fluffy, Friday Foto Fun, Goslings, Just for fun, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Quartet 8 Comments

Photo: Philip Coons

Not much is cuter

Than a quartet of gosling fluff

With one beak

Staring toward ya

And the rest facing aft.

For Kate’s Friday Foto Fun: Cute factor

Sideways Slant

December 28, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Current affairs, Haifa, Oddball, Perspective, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Point of View, Temple, The Bahai Gardens, travel, UNESCO World Heritage Site, Viewpoint 11 Comments

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

Going up?

Sliding down?

Where is north?

Where’s the sun?

In perspective

And life

Every day

Every time,

Slant will shape

The view

You’ll find.

For Kammie’s Oddball Challenge

Unadorned Underground

December 27, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Ancient, Black and White, Canyons, Carve, CB&W, Change, Geology, Patience, Persistence, Photo Challenge, Photo prompt, Poetry, time 5 Comments

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

In the depths

Where the colors all bleach

To the basics

Of power,

Persistence,

And life;

Lives the unadorned

Underground

Of deep water

Carving canyons

With time’s old

Stubborn knife.

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Nature

A Kid’s Rock

December 26, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, compassion, connection, Family, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Goats, Grief, Kids, Micro-fiction, Writing Challenge, Writing prompt 26 Comments

“She insists on coming,” he noted without raising his head and even though I hadn’t worded my question.

The quiet breathed and a soft breeze rustled the leaves and made shadows caress the stones.

“She stands by the gate and belts until I take her,” he added and continued to wipe his already spotless glasses. His fingers trembled, from palsy or emotion or both, I didn’t know.

“She misses her, you see,” he glanced at the goat. “Rejected by her nanny, this kid was. My Mary hand-raised her. She was this kid’s rock. Now all that’s left is this headstone.”

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers