Joyously Chasing Rainbows

The storm was moving in. The sun was shining at the moment, but the clouds beyond were dark, almost black. She knew this would be a good storm for rainbows afterward. She only needed to wait out the storm.

The house was full of laughter as they waited for the storm to end. Waiting patiently to see if it would end in time to get outside before bed. It looked promising. The sky in the distance showed blue. The sun was starting to peek out.

Let’s start looking for the rainbows! I see sun. There could be a rainbow!

And there was…

It quickly became two rainbows. Changed again to one. Then disappeared to reappear in a different spot. Even more glorious then the one before!

Her heart filled with wonder at the quickly changing sky. Watching as the rainbows disappeared completely. Replaced by the sun and blue skies. As if the storm did not happen.

Based on a true story.

May your days be full of wonder, joy, and blessings.

Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie

Holding Her Own

She stood on the thin bar. Arms outstretched. Looking. Concentrating. Keeping her balance. One foot moved rhythmically in front of the other. The smile on her face, pinched a little in concentration, was wide. Her arms fluidly stretched straight out, held up, her body looked like a T. Legs, fluidly moved her across the thin bar. Like water over rock. Smooth flowing. Breath in the audience was held. It was the closing moment. The execution was now.

A leap.

Flipping fluidly through the air. Time and space suspend. Landing firmly, with two feet together, knees slightly bent. Smile wide! Wide enough to break. Perfect landing.

The roar of applause.

The announcement. The winner.

The moment were all the work, training, and dedication. Early hours. Late nights. Heat and ice. Melt away.

For it all pays. She made it.

As she knew she would.

The Nugget

It all started with a tiny little nugget, or maybe it was a seed. A small nuggling. A little dream. It started; yes, it did.

Then it blossomed into more. Blooming, unfolding, deliciously new. Something so small, grew and grew.

Now it is big enough to plant hundreds of seeds. Spreading far and wide for the world to believe.

Remember one thing, it maybe a nugget today, give it some time, nourish it, and soon it will be as large (maybe even bigger) than you could perceive.

Hang onto your dreams.

Love and blessings. 💕 Carrie ©2019

Happy, Happy.

Bumping along the winding road, Shawna cursed under her breath. Why did all of these places that requested her services have to be so far out! Why for once could she not go to an easy, simple, suburban neighborhood? Drat her boss for sending her down this bumpy road to what!

. . . . . .

The place sat between a forest and the ocean. Almost a secluded island if not for the narrow lane that lead off the property to town. Shear paradise. Solitude among nature.

Holden still could not believe his luck in finding this treasure. Yes, the house was a bit rustic when he bought it years ago, but now, after pouring over every inch of the place, it looked brand new. Simplistic and perfect. Secluded from the world, yet still close enough he could get take out from the local town.

He was content here. Comfortable. Which is precisely why the next events needed to happen.

. . . . . .

A red car came to a stop next to Holden’s truck causing him to look up from the chair he was sanding. A small, fiery, redhead poured out of the car in a billow of colorful skirts. Cocking his head to the side Holden tried to figure out just what he was witnessing. She turned and reached back inside the car. Pulling out a huge bundle of black balloons with two bright pink ones in the shape of a six and a zero.

. . . . .

Shawna paused briefly after pulling the balloons out. Long enough to remember her lines. She then marched forward to the figure standing on the porch of this gorgeous house. She did not expect this type of house after the bumpy lane. The sound of the surf could be heard as she drew near.

Clearing her throat, she asked for Holden Markus. The man in front of her said he was Holden. Momentarily confused, Shawna felt as if there was a mix up, but she went ahead with her delivery. Singing happy birthday while handing him the balloons.

Laughing heartily, Holden took the balloons. Shaking his head and wiping at his eyes, he said thank you. Noticing the woman’s slight confusion, Holden felt he should explain.

“Mark, my friend, is always pulling pranks like this. In fact, it’s not even my birthday. Not by a long shot!” He laughed.

Shawna spoke , “Let me guess. Your not sixty, either.”

“Not even close.”

She let out a short laugh and turned to go back to her car.

. . . . . .

Holden was still grinning as the red car disappeared into the trees. Leave it to Mark to send a balloon gram randomly.

Tunnel Vision

The car door slammed shut. Echoing across the empty park. He looked around wondering where everyone was. Shrugging at his thought, he walked toward the woods with the familiar path that he walked everyday at one o’clock in the afternoon. Staring straight ahead he did not see the small dog that was slowly walking toward him from the playground area.

He made it to the woods at the same time that the small dog made it to him. He walked, deep in thought. Not noticing that the dog was right beside him.

The dog glanced up at him, and cocked his head to the side. Thinking, “He must be really enamored with this girl if that is all he is thinking about, as he does not see me. Everybody sees me! Even when I want to go unnoticed. Like the day that Mr. Jones sat on the bench and I snuck up behind to sneak a piece of his sandwich. Gosh, he saw me, and was not too happy with me either.”

The man grunted then. Wondering why he suddenly was thinking of Mr. Jones and a sandwich. It must be all those late nights working on the story. 

He continued walking. Trying hard to figure out the next move his character in the story was going to make. He was at the part now where she was stuck in a precarious situation with a witness to the murder that she was investigating. He was uncertain how to get her out of the situation.

The dog, still following beside the man, wondered if he would ever be noticed. He let out a soft sigh. This was hard work. The girl the man was thinking about non-stop must be really special to have his attention so focused.

At that moment, the dog spotted a squirrel and could not help himself. He yelled out, “Squirrel! Beautiful, probably tasty, squirrel!”

The man startled at the barking of the dog. Snapping his attention to the present moment. He saw the dog looking ahead and slightly above. Spotting the squirrel in the tree, sprinting from branch to branch.

” He looks like he is busy today. ” The man commented to the dog.

The dog looked up at the man with utter excitement.

The man stopped walking and bent down to pat the top of the dogs head. Finally, the dog thought. You finally see me. Of course it took a squirrel to get your attention. Those squirrels always get attention. The dog smirked. Enjoying the company of the man now that he was noticed.

In petting the dog, the man noticed that there was no collar. He asked the dog if he had a home. To which the dog whimpered slightly. The man took it as a no, and on impulse asked if the dog would like to go home with the man.

One excited bark erupted from the dog.

The two turned and headed back to the car. Uncertain what lie ahead, but hopeful that friendship and companionship was part of their future together.

The Day the World Hit Me

Smack! Right in the middle of the forehead. The world hit me.

Proceeding to fall to my lap. I opened my eyes to find the squishy globe. They call them stress balls because we are so stressed these days we need a ball to relax. I still cannot see how a squishy ball can relieve stress, but then again maybe since the kids delight in tossing it around the yard, it very well is doing it’s job of relieving stress. Yet it is called a stress ball? Not a stress relieving ball.

“Mom!” They chorus. “Throw it back!”

I look up from the ball. Raise my hand and toss them the world. Hoping with everything that they catch it. Hoping with everything the world does not hit them square in the face. Knowing that this is not the first time the kids hit me with the world and opened my eyes. Kids have a way of doing that. Catching ones attention in the most direct and random way.

The youngest caught the ball, and the game of catch continued. Brothers tossing the world around. Laughing in delight whether one caught it or not.