Dream Come True



It only took him 300 years. A breeze, considering.

Many took longer. Some – like Olives and Redwoods – required a millennium to achieve Elder. No fault of theirs, of course, but still … many times longer than he’d had to.

His from-seedling brother had thought him nuts. Literally. “Wait and wait to reach Elder and all you get for your trouble is being bent out of shape, your roots hanging out, and critters crawling in your innards.”

His brother had other aspirations. “Sail the world, I would. Ride the ocean. Move on the wind.”

Elder hadn’t had the heart to tell him that he’d be just as likely to end up planked as some dark closet, with no fresh air or birdsong or butterfly-kisses. Or worse, chopped to burn.

It’s been centuries since lumberjacks carted his brother away.

He was Elder now. Guardian of the path. Home of many.



For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge


Their Bag End


Photo: Tyler Lastovich on Unsplash


They never did make it back from their destination. Not for lack of trying. Not for lack of plans. Not even for lack of courage or stamina or all the things that make a journey circular. There and back again. Like Bilbo Baggins looking for an adventure and finding more than he had bargained for (or perhaps precisely what he needed); they, too, found more along the way than they had intended.

The path slowed everything. Time turned to stone.

And when it was over, said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it.

They took too long.

So much that life passed by before it could lead them back to where they had come from.

Perhaps where they ended was precisely where they needed to go.

Only that unlike Bilbo, they did not return to their Bag End.



(Prompt: from “A Time” by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke)

For the dVerse Prosery Challenge: A Time



Take A Snapshot Of Your Heart

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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


Row Ahead

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Photo: Karen Forte


Row ahead

On the water

Toward shores

Yet to tread.

Hold on to

Oars that matter

To kind oaths

You have pledged.

Row abreast

With the others

Who ride forth

On life’s thread.



For Pumpkin’s Prompts: Water


Staired Succession

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Photo: Philip Coons


Doors in corridors close

Even as others open

For the path no one sees

Goes around

Half again

In the climbing.


For dVerse School Days Challenge: Alphabet sestet


Set Free!

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Photo: Dvora Freedman


Set free the light that’s in your eyes

The dreams you birthed

But hid

In fear of failure.

Set free the path yet to unveil

The hopes

The awe

The wonder.

Walk tall into the day to come

Dance free toward your




For The Daily Post

Potentiated Fog

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Photo: Dvora Freedman


When life envelops

What will be

In cloaks of misty


And fog,

Hold on

To the soft promise

In the droplets

That infuse the air

With fractionated light

And hope

For verdure

And potentiated growth.



For The Daily Post


Be An Apprentice


Be an apprentice

In your own life.

We are all beginners.


Of our own path.


To decipher

The evolving codes

Of heart

And mind.

Students of

A universe

Where the glitter

Of conflict

Blinds the rookie

From seeing

The reality





For The Daily Post

A Leaf to Life


As Fall arrives and with it change

May the color of your life enrich.

As trees turn green to yellow




May your life rainbow full ahead.

As weather shifts from

heat to cool

May your life find new pace

warm place.

As forests whisper on the wind

leaf to leaf in passing flow

May your path unfold

and all potential show.

As new years open

apples dipped

May your life’s sweetness grow.

As blessings swirl

In honey and in harvest’s glow

May your life plenty


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Baby Steps

Goals drive us forward. They also hold us back.

Goals often seem too big to get to. The great idea you had the other night feels suddenly less sparkly in the morning: there are far too many steps, it will require more time than you realized, need more attention than you believe you have, more energy than you find within you.

You feel overwhelmed. Discouraged. You get stuck.

Goals are posts along a journey. It truly is not the destination that matters, but the path you take to get there, what you learn along the way about yourself, about your possibilities, abilities, the things that limit you from stretching up and over into the incredible, the fears that keep you from reaching out.

Parents ask me about their children’s therapy: “Will he ever not need help?” they want to know. “Will people ever understand her when she speaks?” They worry how long it will take, how much effort, whether they can make it; can the child.

Children, too, talk about their process. “I am not good at this,” they say. “I don’t know how to write this reading response/this essay”, “I don’t know how to understand the story or how to have the words ready in my mouth when I raise my hand.” “Will I still have to see you next year?” they ask. “Do kids sometimes see you even when they are in high-school?” they inquire, wondering in part-worry, part-hope that I will answer in the affirmative: they worry that they can still be ‘different’ by then, and hope that if so, they will not be left on their own.

“We’ll get there,” I say. “One step at a time.” It is something most of us hear plenty, and not always helpfully, and I know it is often not what parents and children want to hear from me. However, it is Truth still … even if it stirs the place inside each one of us that wants to ‘get to’ where we’re going faster, that does not want to have to do the work, that wants destinations to arrive without the journey.

“Baby steps,” I recommend, knowing that this, too, is often hard to listen to. Who wants to take even smaller steps when the target seems so far away already? BIG steps will get me there oh so much faster! But baby-steps, too, are Truth. Careful, one-foot-then-the-other passage gets us there more surely than a hop-skip-pray-you’re-still-on-the-path would.

Baby-steps aren’t slow, really. They aren’t less-than other ways of making progress. Think of it: Babies take brave steps when they begin to walk. They walk and wobble, toddle and fall and rise and try again … and when they get their footing they walk almost constantly. They put little feet on every surface, tackle stairs, grass, sand, uneven ground. They hold on to hands, grab onto what is available. They crawl when there’s no balance to be found in standing. They climb on all fours. They find a way around. They stop and look for a path behind an obstacle and then surge forward in delight when they find it. Their steps get longer, surer, less a-wobble. They accelerate. They run.

“Baby steps,” I say. Remind. Consider.

It does not mean to do go slowly. It does not mean to take too long. It means to be determined, brave, consistently in focus and yet open to an opportunity to rest and play. It means looking ahead. It means seeing the immediate requiring some climbing over and assessing whether there’s someone tall to carry you awhile if you need a break or wish for a moment of better view …

It means getting there, and finding much to do along the pathway. It makes the journey part of what it takes, and worthy in of itself.

You start with baby-steps, yes. But along the way, you learn to walk. You find your pace. You learn to hop and skip and turn and twirl and run.

You’ll get there.

All you need to do is take step one.

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