Z is for Z’end

As the 2016 Blogging from A to Z Challenge comes to a close, I sincerely thank everyone who looked at, liked, commented upon, and shared my posts on this and my other two blogs (DiscoveringHome.com and SinclaireMonroe.com),  with friends, family and fellow-bloggers.

I know that I have thoroughly enjoyed discovering your blogs. I have been impressed with your creativity, and inspired by your talent. Thank you.

Below are some shots that I especially like, even if many were previously posted during this month-long-blog-a-thon. I hope you enjoy these pictures – and I hope you stop by again.

Y is for Yellowstone Yearning

The following pictures were taken while en route to Yellowstone National Park . I had every intention of posting pictures from our visit to the Park itself, but as I culled shots, it became clear that the drive westward was just as wonderful and equally special in that so much was new, so much was exquisite.

Of course, looking at these pictures on the screen while seeing the same vistas and gorges and natural wonders in my mind, I am painfully aware of the disparity between reality and even the best of snapshots.

I always thought it might be a nice place to visit, but there were so many other places I wanted to see first. Thank goodness my husband was on a quest to get to Yellowstone sooner rather than later. I was not prepared for its startling beauty. I never imagined that everything friends had said about the Park was far from hyperbole. Instead it was insufficient and sorely lacking in adjectives.

Well, enough verbiage. It’s time to let those thousand-word pictures do their jobs!

Driving down the road, it felt as if the entire world was overflowing with beauty.

If we had a month to travel from our Midwest home to Yellowstone, it would still have been too rushed a trip.

At one point it was so very dark and we were exhausted, but we drove on and on and on. Finally we saw small lights in the distance. I thought we were nearing a town where we might find a late night cafe and a decent place to sleep. Instead, it was just the lights from a wind farm many miles away from us. The lights traveled across a vast distance – unencumbered by city glare or smoggy clouds.

X is for Xyloid

Being at a loss for the letter X, I turned to the tried and true friend of every writer … the dictionary. There is a surprisingly large number of words beginning with the letter X, but so very few applicable for daily use.

So, here is today’s brief post in the guise of a pop quiz.

What is the definition of the word Xyloid ?

A. Sweetener

B. Fearful of others

C. Resembling wood

For the correct answer, please scroll down.

If you chose A. Sweetener, you might have been thinking of Xylitol

If you opted for B. Suspicious, you might have been thinking of Xenophobe

If you decided upon C. Wood-like, you would be correct. BUT, if you are only claiming to have known the answer all along, then your nose would be feeling rather xyloid right now!

Thank you for your participation!

N is for National Poetry Month

This is the month to celebrate and share poetry with family, complete strangers, and your sweetheart – so in honor of this wonderful excuse to recite, re-tweet and remember favorite poems, here is one of my favorites.

My mother loved poetry and would read it aloud. She kept books of poems close – so as I type these words that I can hear her say in my head, I keep her ever close in my heart.

Yet another of the many beauties of poetry.

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

 

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost : The Poetry Foundation

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173536

New Writers’ Group in TriState Area

Writers are odd folks. The very nature of their craft is one of solitude.

While some pensmiths join the rest of humanity on a caffeinated trek into a well-lit cubicle every morning, many other wordmongers type through a silent night that slips into a lavender and pearl dawn. The process is always the same, however; quiet observation and private inspiration culminates in solitary composition.

Many writers hope to find a community that respects the personal nature of the work, while encouraging real improvement in a supportive environment. The WordWrites Guild is dedicated to meeting those criteria.

From the tentative to the tenacious, all writers are truly welcome. This is the place to join other like-minded souls each month for lively discussions, practical exercises and the often elusive objective critique.

Please join us and lend your interests and talents to this burgeoning group. The first meeting will be held on Thursday, June 16th, at the North Dearborn Public Library from 6:30-7:30.

For more information please visit   http://wordwritesguild.org/   or feel free to contact   wordwritesguild@gmail.com