The Wintry Adventures of Little Snow Pup

 

Whenever it snows, Little Snow Pup is always on high alert.  For he knows that surely fun and exciting adventures await him on the outside.  So donning his brand new, warm winter coat, he heads out into the white wintry world…

 

And what he finds makes him very happy!  Little Snow Pup just adores fresh snow, it makes him feel really frisky!

His favorite things are rolling around in it…

All the way around…

 

And catching snowflakes on his tongue…

He says “Mmm… these snowflakes are so refreshing and delicious!”

 

Little Snow Pup is a brave dog and ventures out across the snowy tundra, boldly going where no dog has gone before, leaving a trail of paw prints behind him…

One small step for dog, one giant leap for dog-kind…

 

But even though he’s having tons of fun on all his wild adventures of frolicking around in the fresh snow, after a while, Little Snow Pup gets cold and starts to shiver.  He’s just a tiny little fella after all…

 

And his feet get especially cold, so he wants to be picked up and carried inside.  His human bends down, takes him gently in her arms and says ” Come along then Little Snow Pup, lets go inside and get you all warmed up.  Don’t worry little guy, we’ll come out again another day and have many more wonderful snowy adventures…”

The end.

😀

 

 

 

✿~Peace & Love~✿

Saturday Morning Cat Tales

Once upon a time, there was a sweet little cat named Baby, who loved to eat and sleep, and chase light beams.  She was a very good little kitty, and unlike other cats, she never caused any trouble or got into any mischief.

But she did tend to vomit a lot.

And one night she threw up and made a terrible mess,

this caused her human momma much distress.

Then she pawed at her momma and was quite a pest,

not giving her momma a wink of rest.

Even though her momma’s patience was put to the test,

she could never be cross at such adorableness…

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And they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

 

*Yawn*

Yep, I’m definitely gonna need a nap later after my night filled with cat vomit and pawing, but I love this precious little creature more than I can say.  ❤

 

 ✿~Peace & Love~✿

Communication

Isn’t it wonderful when you read a story or watch a movie that touches your heart in just the right place?  That goes down to that deep place inside of you and resonates in such a way that it actually inspires you to want to do something in your real life or change something in your way of thinking to help make you a better person or improve your life?  Or hasn’t that ever happened to you?  Heck, maybe it’s just me, I know I’m a bit weird and somewhat different from other people.  😉

But seriously, gosh, to be that good of a writer or movie director to be able to tell a story that has that kind of power to truly influence others in that way would be so amazing!  I think it’s all about being able to communicate effectively.  To be able to convey a thought or a feeling using words or pictures and have it reach another person in a way they can understand and relate to.  And there are sooo many different ways to communicate.  Oh how I love when I’m watching a movie and the mere expression in an actor/actress’ eyes tell it all.  Or when I’m reading and the words being used to describe something paint such a vivid picture in my mind that I can actually see it, and feel it.

Being able to communicate in that type of way is truly a gift, I wish I had it.  I have all of one segment written down of a nearly entire story that lives inside my head, and it took such great effort to get it written down and worded somewhat properly that it may never get any further than that.  Trying to write a made-up story is completely different than writing about and sharing the ins and outs of every-day-life type of stuff.

Communicating well and connecting with others is so very important to me, and whether it’s through writing or while talking, I think for the most part I usually do a pretty good job.  Although, every once in a while a misunderstanding or miscommunication is bound to happen.  The key is to be a good listener.  I think I’m a good listener, at least I hope I am.  I know that sometimes I need to be careful not to get so intent about something that I want to share that I fail to listen properly.  I can be a bit on the hyper side at times, especially if I’m excited about something.  😀

But it really is so important to be a good listener.  To me, being a good listener means to sincerely care about the other person and what they are saying.  I saw a quote once that said something like “The first duty of love, is to listen” and I really like that.  Sometimes showing love to others isn’t only about what you do for them, it’s about just simply being truly present there with them in their own moment as they share.  And not only listening, but hearing.  Communicating well goes both ways, it’s not just about expressing your own self.

Anyway, I don’t really know what my point here is…

How’s that for communicating?!  Hahaha!

I guess I’m just feeling all mushy because I like it when I feel things when I’m watching a movie, and I’m wishing I could do such a thing as to inspire others and make them feel stuff too.

Ya know, we all have these blogs as a forum to express and share our thoughts, feelings, interests, etc. with others, and we can only hope that our posts affect and influence others in some way that touches their lives with meaning.  Well, that’s why I have mine anyway.  Whether I accomplish that or not still remains to be seen.  I have tons of drafts that I’ve never published because sometimes I’m embarrassed to share them, thinking “oh my followers don’t want to hear about that” or because I don’t want to be a depressing downer when I’m feeling low because I always want to be a source of light and encouragement to others.

But maybe, just maybe, all of that doesn’t really matter because the thing about the internet is that you just never know who may happen across your path (blog) and just perhaps what you may have to say on any given day (even the embarrassing or depressing stuff) could possibly make them feel something that makes all the difference in their day.  Even if it’s just a laugh,  just a tear, or even just a slight sense of relatedness, to have any sort of affect on another person by what I have to share is a big deal to me.

And one last thought…

It is my firm belief that words are powerful and should not be used carelessly.  Another quote comes to mind here…  “Words and hearts should be handled with care, for words when spoken and hearts when broken are the hardest things to repair.”

An Experiment in Story Writing

Okay, so I may chicken out and remove this after posting it, but I’m feeling desperate for more feedback on this.   All of one person has read this other than my immediate family, and hers was encouraging :), but before investing more time and energy on it I’d really like to hear from a few more people.  I’m really embarrassed to share it.  So please be kind.

This is a story that I’ve been working on that up until now has only existed in my head.  It’s still only in the very early stages and I don’t have all the details of it worked out ~ it doesn’t even have a title yet.  I’m unsure of some of my wording and punctuation, but I kinda think it’s a good story.  At least it is inside of my head ;).  I guess it would be considered science fiction genre since it’s set in space (I’m such a nerd), but it’s main theme is a love story…

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She had been hiding out in the cargo hold for nearly two days now since the attack.  She was tired, thirsty and at her wits end, when she heard the lone footsteps coming down the aisle toward her little hiding spot.  Fear gripped her as her mind raced frantically, trying to formulate a plan of action for what to do when those footsteps would reach her.

Celeste had spent the past three years working on this research base as the facility’s computer systems analyst.  Being motivated and brilliant, she had finished her formal higher education early and eagerly began looking for positions that would be not only challenging, but interesting and exciting as well, and this one provided all three.  She had been highly recommended for this position by her professors because of her superior intelligence, extensive knowledge of computers, and also because of her natural ability to problem solve.  Well, problem solving was exactly what she needed now.

She wasn’t quite ready to surrender just yet, but she wasn’t exactly the fighting type either.  Not weak by any means, but definitely more on the feminine side.  And beautiful.  She always tried to play down her appearance in public, and in wanting to be taken seriously in the career world, would often pull up her long, dark, wavy hair into a tight formal looking bun.  But while in the privacy of her own quarters she always let it hang down, and that is how it was now.  Except at the moment it was wild and scraggly looking in her overwrought condition.

In those few precious moments listening to the footsteps as they drew nearer, her mind raced through various scenarios and possibilities of how this impending confrontation could play out.  You’d think she could have contemplated this during the two days she’d been holding up in there, but most of that time had been spent in shock and simply trying to decompress from all of the violence she had witnessed during the initial onslaught.

She had been reading in her quarters that evening when she heard the outbreak of fighting out in the corridor.  At first she thought it strange that someone would have the volume setting so high on a movie they were watching in another room, but when she felt the vibrations from things thudding against the walls, she knew it was much more than a loud movie that was happening.  Her first impulse was to go and look outside the door of her quarters, but her higher reasoning told her that would probably be dangerous, so instead she went to the computer console located on the wall, entered in her security clearance ID, and pulled up the surveillance cameras for the base.  It took her brain a few moments to process what she was seeing; she just couldn’t believe what the images on the screen were showing her.  Dozens of Treylorian soldiers were pouring in from every direction and like the ocean’s waves crashing against the rocks, they brutally laid to waste everything and everyone that lay in their path.  It was truly horrifying.

Humans and Treylorians had been at war for as long as she could remember, but she wasn’t sure of the history as to exactly how or why it had originated.  She knew when she was hired for this position that this planet, where the research base was located, was in a contested area of space and that there was some risk of a possible attack, but she had been assured by her superiors that because of the nature of their work here it was very unlikely to happen.  Up until now that had been correct.

Celeste spent several minutes watching the surveillance cameras, and when she thought she noticed a slight pattern in their attack, she began trying to formulate a way of escape.  But there were none, so all she could do was to try to think of a place to hide.  That was where she came up with the idea of hiding in the cargo hold.  It was a vast chamber located in the far reaches of the facility and loaded with thousands of crates containing various cargo for maintaining the base’s operations.  She thought maybe if she could reach it, she could hold up there, and when things calmed down, possibly sneak out and find a way to contact the base’s headquarters for help.

She was terrified at the idea of leaving her quarters, but she knew if she stayed there it would only be a matter of time before she would be taken captive, and the way she saw the Treylorian soldiers viciously treating their captives on the surveillance cameras frightened her even more.  Watching the cameras closely, she timed it just right, and wearing only her pajamas which consisted of a pair lounge shorts and a camisole, she slipped quickly and quietly out of her quarters and made her way to the cargo hold.

It was a long and arduous journey, and with her heart pounding so fiercely in her chest that the sound of it vibrated in her ears; she weaved stealthily in and out of the small nooks and crannies along the corridors.  A huge sense of relief washed over her when she finally arrived undetected at the entrance of the cargo hold. As she stepped inside and tiptoed down the long aisles, she found what seemed to be the safest hiding spot, and there she had remained ever since.

The footsteps were almost upon her now and she reacted on impulse without thinking and grabbed a nearby metal bar that was used as leverage for moving the crates of cargo.  In an instant she sprang up and positioned herself to swing that bar with all her might at the enemy belonging to those dreaded footsteps.

And then she saw him…

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Thanks so much for taking the time to read this.  Let me know what you think…