Creature Feature Friday....sort of

Well, it was going to be Creature Feature Friday.....

but, day 3 of giving up soda and sugar and I really think I'm dying....ugh--- well, not really, but two days of migraines, a fuzzy brain, blurry vision and a mysterious issue with balance have sent me reeling (and not in a good way).

Of course, I know it won't be permanent and hopefully the benefits of finally being free of caffeine will far outweigh the mild suffering that I'm imposing on myself--- we all know how much of a masochist I am....

The only EXTREMELY disappointing thing coming from my Lenten detox are the two contests I was hoping to enter this month--- there is NO way I can get anything edited or written for tomorrow's deadline. I have had no energy, no focusing power and this 2-day blinding headache has done bugger all to help.

I might make Monday's deadline, or, I might just wait until I come out of this caffeine funk and redouble my efforts for the April contests.

FYI: Caffeine withdrawal SUCKS!!!!

Okay, so I don't feel completely guilty about not providing a creature for today's Creature Feature, I will offer this little gem as a study of personification....

Day 3:
cokes consumed: 0
sugar consumed: apple, bread

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A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered...

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words, there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts. Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons, there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch. We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams, we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams. It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through, that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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