Some well known, some well-to-do, a couple of Harry's and a Hobbit or two...

H is for Honored memories.....

A day late and almost running into the day for the ' I ' post, I can offer little more than a few memorable 'H's', both imaginary and real, that have left an imprint....

Sherlock Holmes, the incomparable consulting detective, who made me cherish reason and logic and was key in my desire to develop a keen eye for catching the most obscure detail.

Nathaniel Hawthorne, who made me love the tragic, the dark and the mystical.

Hamlet, the melancholy Dane, whose tragic tale has always reminded me of the importance of listening to your own heart while searching for truth, but to never forget to temper that passionate drive with reason lest it lead to your own downfall.

Harry Houdini, whose wondrously magical feats, be they fake or real, have always inspired the idea that there are more truths in the world than we might ever know. In you, sir, I shall always 'Believe.'

Harry Potter, who reminds me that it isn't what we are born as much as the choices we make that determines who we are. And, that the greatest importance is in being true to ourselves and loyal to our friends.

And, Hobbits, the dearest of creatures, who cherish the simple things and remind us that though we may be small, though we may be severely out-forced and out-numbered, we may still have the means to change the course of the future.

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

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.

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.

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

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