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- Kelley Heckart
- Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Tabby's Nocturnal Nights: Signs of spring as Beltaine draws near
Tabby's Nocturnal Nights: Signs of spring as Beltaine draws near: Spring is one of my favorite times of the year. The hummingbirds are visiting my feeder, the quail babies hide in my yard while their parent...
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
carabid
noun ca·ra·bid
\ˈker-ə-bəd, ˈka-rə-, kə-ˈra-bəd\
Definition of carabid
Popularity: Bottom
10% of words
: ground beetle
Origin of carabid
ultimately from Greek
karabos horned beetle
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
magic.
Beauty may be the real beast
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Monday, April 25, 2016
Monday Musings: Arizona Cloud Formations #19
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
magic.
Beauty may be the real beast
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
capacious
adjective ca·pa·cious
\kə-ˈpā-shəs\
Simple Definition of
capacious
Popularity: Bottom
50% of words
: able to hold or
contain a lot : large in capacity
Full Definition of
capacious
: containing or capable of containing a great
deal
ca·pa·cious·ly adverb
ca·pa·cious·ness noun
Examples of capacious
Origin of capacious
Latin capac-, capax
capacious, capable, from Latin capere
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
magic.
Beauty may be the real beast
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Monday, April 18, 2016
Monday Musings: Arizona Sunsets #18
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
magic.
Beauty may be the real beast
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
caoutchouc
noun caou·tchouc
\ˈkau̇-ˌchu̇k, -ˌchük, -ˌchü\
Definition of
caoutchouc:
Rubber
Origin of caoutchouc
French, from obsolete
Spanish cauchuc (now caucho), probably from a language of Amazonian Peru or
Ecuador
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
magic.
Beauty may be the real beast
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Monday, April 11, 2016
Monday Musings: Do memories reside in your home or do they exist in any place you call home?
I come from a family of gypsies,
not in the sense that we have gypsy blood, though I wouldn’t discount that, but
in the sense that we moved all the time when I was a child, and my parents
continued to move well into my adulthood. They just moved from the dream house
they had built and had no trouble leaving it behind.
How do they do this?
I know so many people who refuse to
leave a home they have lived in for many years because “all of their memories
are in that home.”
Now, you would think that I’d be
like my parents, having moved so much, but I am not. My husband, on the other
hand, who’d lived in the same house since he was born, has no problem moving.
See, I get attached to things. And
I’m having trouble with our latest move. We made the decision to downsize. It’s
for all the right reasons, but I’m having trouble letting go of the home we
lived in for 15 years, the longest I’ve ever lived in any home. There are so
many memories there—good and bad—but for me there is a special energy in that house
and it’s hard for me to leave it behind.
There is the beautiful, large Palo
Verde tree we planted and is what I call, “the tree of life,” because of all
the wildlife that gathers around that tree. There are my desert iguanas, Mr.
and Mrs. Godzilla, I see each year in spring and summer and are more like pets
than wild animals.
There are so many great memories of
my dogs that have since passed away.
There are memories of when we first
moved into the house and how excited and happy we were to be embarking on a new
path in life.
There are also the not-so-good memories
of struggling to get through the Great Recession, but we prevailed, mostly
unscathed, from that troubling time and found hope again.
Will I forget all of that once I
have left that home behind?
I sure hope not.
As I settle into our new home, surrounded
by my possessions and photographs, I sense a new special energy forming like a
familiar, comfortable blanket. I think
it’s clear to me now. My memories live inside me. They are a part of me. I will
still have my old memories and will make new ones here in this place I now call
home.
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| This is my new Palo Verde tree. I'm watering it and hoping it will grow to be as large and beautiful as my old tree. |
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
magic.
Beauty may be the real beast
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Wednesday, April 06, 2016
Weird Word Wednesday
calaboose
noun cal·a·boose
\ˈka-lə-ˌbüs\
Definition of
calaboose
Popularity: Bottom
30% of words
: jail; especially : a local jail
Examples of calaboose
Origin of calaboose
Spanish calabozo
dungeon
First Known Use: 1792
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
magic.
Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
Monday, April 04, 2016
Monday Musings: An Easter surprise, my hummingbird visitors
I woke up on Easter morning and went about my usual chores, which included watering the Palo Verde tree growing on our back slope. We just moved and I've been a little bummed about leaving my old house with the large, beautiful Palo Verde tree and a multitude of Arizona wildlife, my desert iguanas and all the birds we had visit that tree. This Easter morning was pretty special and a bit magical because as I was watering the tree with the hose, a hummingbird appeared. She buzzed around the water's spray and then she landed. I let the hose rest between the chain links in the fence and hurried to grab my camera. When I returned, she was taking a bath in the water puddles. Then another hummingbird appeared to do the same. I wasn't fast enough to catch both of them, but I managed to get a couple of shots of one. Having the hummingbirds visit me made my day. Even though I will miss my lizards at the old house, it looks like I will have some new backyard wildlife here at the new place.
Easter is all about rebirth and new beginnings. The hummingbirds symbolized this for me.
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| This hummingbird appeared on Easter morning.
Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth &
magic.
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Writing means different things to me. I'm a storyteller, a book editor, and a songwriter. For me, it's like breathing.
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