Today I wrote a letter to the editor of our local paper, the Ennis, Madison County Montana Madisonian. I decided it is time to write to my state and federal representatives, too, and write to my friends and neighbors locally about my concerns for the present divisiveness and for the future of our country (and the world). The USA is headed in the wrong direction. We must reverse course and reunite with our friends at home and abroad. We must do our part to stop the insanity. Here is what I wrote:
“Dear Editor,
In the February 12th Madisonian Opinion page, Doris Fischer’s letter to the editor, titled “Ignore the Drumbeat at our Peril” was very inspiring. She warned and encouraged us all. In her final paragraph she cautioned, “We citizens all need to pay close attention to what is happening.” She quoted other local citizens whose cautionary posts reminded us that we need to speak up and we need to choose our federal representatives wisely. Doris concluded that we “…must study up on the candidates running for this year’s Primary and General Elections… (and then) Vote.” It’s never been more important than it is now for us to pay attention to what is happening to our democracy, to our foreign relations, and to our moral base. If you are as concerned as I am about the divisiveness in today’s politics, then it’s time for you to speak up, too. We desperately need fervent voices to promote love and compassion. Join me! Write a letter to your representatives. Tell ‘em what you think. Promote neighborly sanity, world-wide peace and unity, and respect for all. Yes, as Lois Stephens wrote in her letter, “Enough is Enough!”
Write a story using 6 sentences. No more. No less. Today’s prompt: GROUND.
In spite of a couple months of dryness, the ground was opening up to new growth. It was February in Montana, but Mother Earth was tricked into thinking it was springtime! Birds tried to settle in the bluebird box while crocus decided the 50 degree days were an invitation. They sprang from the ground with a fervor that was destined to be short-lived. Not too soon, not soon enough, the rain, sleet, and the winter snows came and nearly buried the blossoms. But the evergreen trees were so grateful, and so were we… because the thirsty ground really needed that moisture… and so did we!
Below is a letter I found in Grandma Foster’s Scrapbook. It was written in 1940 by Sheldon H. Kinney… the Fosters’ next door neighbor in Pasadena, CA… quite an accomplished young 25 year old. Here is a newspaper article published in the Chicago Tribune about him:
Interesting how they published his parents’ home address, huh? I don’t think we’d see that in today’s press, do you?
While at sea, during World War Two, Sheldon wrote this heartfelt letter to his parents:
How Grandma Foster got ahold of that letter so she could include it in her scrapbook is a mystery. But, it is there… preserved for me to share! I hope you find it as inspiring as I do. Makes me wish I had written something similar to my parents when I was 25! But, did I have the insight at that age to “see my parents as man and woman” the way Sheldon did? I doubt it.
How very precious to read Sheldon’s praise of his parents, and to feel the warmth they must have felt when reading those accolades!
As I continue to sift through the scrapbook’s treasures, I will gladly share others with you. I hope you are enjoying these as much as I am!
Richard (Dick) Peterson has a blog titled From Big Sky Buckeye
In it, Dick shares entries from his journals. Today’s entry said:
“Resilience allows life’s next breath to continue with another step.“
AI generated that “big step” photo for me. I find it interesting that big step and next breath are used in a way that links our head to our feet. It is true for me that when I am ready to take a “big step” it has to be a decision made at the head and heart level.
What next step are you ready to take? Will it take resilience to take that next breath and continue?
I discovered a new challenge. From inlinkz, there is a weekly invitation to write a “Six Sentence Story.” Each week the word prompt that must be included changes. This week it is the word NEED.
Here is my 6 sentences to go to the “Blog Hop” –
Take my hand, I’m a stranger in Paradise. I’m lost in a Wonderland. It’s just being with you. Tell me everything will be alright. I need to know that’s true!
I’m picking to fight for more love unity and respect in this world!
With gentleness and respect I choose to fight for a better world
Fight to replace controversies and arguments with more love and joy.
Love, JanBeek
ben Alexander (David) from the Skeptic’s Kaddish blog https://skepticskaddish.com/ invited us to write a poem or prose with exactly 49 words today. So, the blog above does that. Thank you, David, for the challenge.
Do you belong to a Writers’ Group? If not, is there one in your area? If not, how about starting one?
We had Writers of Madison County alive and well when Bob & I moved here back in 2006. I joined in 2007. We published an anthology each year.
Over the years members moved away or some of the older ones left this earth. By the time of the Pandemic, we were no longer publishing – and so the group disbanded.
Then this year a friend asked me, “Why don’t you start the group again?” I contacted our local bank where we’d been meeting and they graciously gave us their Fireside Room to use twice a month.
I contacted the local newspaper and they put our meetings in the news calendar every 1st & 3rd Friday. Our group is small (averaging 4 to 6), but we hope to grow… and we are enjoying the sharing.
Last week there were four of us. We began with a 15 minute “Free Write” on a topic suggested by a new member: “Getting Ready for Winter”
We wrote for 15 minutes and then shared orally what we had written. Feedback was spontaneous and encouraging. The others wrote fictional short stories or personal reflections. I wrote this poem:
Winter Comes Too Early
Winter comes too early And it lasts too long. When God created seasons, He got it all so wrong!
The seasons should be equal: Spring summer winter fall. Each has its own beauty. I really love them all.
But here in Montana Winter comes too soon. We barely get a summer When we see the autumn moon.
The leaves turn gorgeous golden. The wildflowers die on the vine. The frost kills the mosquitoes. But what joy is left is mine.
I take joy in getting ready For winter’s cold but glorious snow, Begging neighbors to be willing To plow us out, you know?
Winter boots and jackets Come forward in the space Where sandals and sundresses Once occupied that place.
Family in California Invite us to take a break. Prepare for winter travel. Call – and reservations make.
So, enjoy what little autumn We are fortunate to see, Because before you are ready, Winter’s here for you and me.
Sleigh bells ring and children gather Near the fireplace to hear Reindeer bells and Ho-ho-ho’s. Are you ready? Winter’s near!
… Jan Beekman, 9-20-2024
My friends complimented my ability to produce a poem in that brief fifteen minute period. But, for me, writing poetry is as easy (if not easier) than prose. I thank my mom for that. She loved poetry. Even though she didn’t write it, she collected it, memorized it, shared it. And I was the grateful, eager recipient.
Where did your love of writing originate? What kind of writing is most fun for you? Do you have a group with whom to share it? If so, good for you! If not, why not start a writers’ group in your neighborhood, town or city?
What do you do while the clothes are fluffing in the dryer and you are waiting before taking them out to fold them?
Do you have paper and pens, color crayons and chalk sitting on your table where you’re waiting to fold clothes?
I do.
I love to write Acrostics while waiting in the laundry room for the clothes to fluff so I can fold them wrinkle free.
Here are a few of mine. You can guess the topic knowing these were created within the last four months.
ANTICIPATING OWEN 2/14/24
O ur W onderful E specially N ew
P resent U plifting us: P up!!
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POOPY OWEN 3/18/24
P lease O bey, O wen! P oop Y our shit O utside W hen E ver N ecessary!
Please, Lord, help us figure out how to train this puppy to go outside – and to come when called!
OWEN LEO:HE’S LEARNING! 4/20/24
O odles of fun W hen he behaves E ven when he forgets, he N ever ceases to bring joy!
L et us be patient and E ncourage his good behavior. O wen is such a love!
FUTURE PLANS 6/7/24
F irst U p: T rouble erupted U nder our noses R eally sad E vent happened P up Owen died L anding outside the window A ttached to his leash N oose around his neck S uffocated, hung himself.
Where do we go from here? How do we keep living in this empty, vacuous house without Owen? He filled all the empty spaces in our home and hearts. We are devastated. Can’t think future plans right now.
DON’T GET STUCK 6/14/24
D isasters O ccur N ightmares T raumatize G oodness E nters T hrough S ensitive T rusting U nderstanding C aring K indred Spirits
We have been so blessed this week to have the love and hugs, flowers and cards, calls and caring of so many of our family & friends. They have encouraged us to grieve, of course, but “Don’t get stuck.” In Owen’s sweet memory Move On… Laugh again, Love again, Rejoice again, Snuggle again with Another Boston Terrier.
We’re not quite ready yet… But God is helping us heal. Thank you, God’s angels. We love you!
