It starts with a seed

I love all seasons, but I have to say that fall is a favorite for me. I love the bold colors and cooler weather. I adore carving pumpkins and decorating with all the autumn decor. I enjoy wearing big sweaters and tall boots. Overall though, I love watching the change of seasons after the brutal Southern summers.

One of the first things I notice in the fall, is the great oak trees start dropping their acorns. I love the colors and textures of these little wonders. Where I work, there are several very old and grand oak trees. As I walk around, I can’t help but notice the hundreds of little acorns scattered around the trees this time of year. So this year, I gathered up a few to show you their beauty.

Besides their beauty, I am attracted to their power. These cute little acorns have the ability to be something huge. Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.”


As I look at all the acorns laying about, getting stepped on and being whisked away by squirrels, they remind me of life itself. With all the complexities in the world, life is not generally easy. However, most of us are given a certain amount of tools/skills to work with. Then, we have various opportunities placed before us. Sometimes the opportunities are good. Other times, maybe not so much, but we generally only see that in hindsight if we chose poorly.

As we chip away at these opportunities, we come up with ideas, plans and dreams. Countless decisions in life must be made. And like opportunities, we hope there are more good than bad. When we make bad decisions or just get bad results, we get discouraged naturally. Whether it is a negative work experience or a painful relationship, those hard times can make us reluctant. We figure we can avoid pain and upset by avoiding the future risk altogether. While this may be true to some extent, this avoidance can also limit our joy and success.

To reach our dreams, we have to keep dropping acorns. We have to keep sharing ideas, making plans and taking risks. Some of these things won’t work. While unfortunate, that is just part of life. But we have to keep trying. We have to keep planning and working. Because it could take just one acorn to make the difference in our lives.



For Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge ~ Nature.


Cracked snowglobe

The cold tunnel shielded the wind, almost making it warm. But the cold wasn’t why he hid in the tunnel really. He had practically lost all ability to feel more pain. His heart was numb. So, he didn’t hid from the cold but rather the reality of what had become his life.

Mark stared at the view like he was looking into a snow globe. The lights reflected off the shimmering river. The crisp white flakes of lace blanketed the sloped bank. And it was quiet, and peaceful. It wasn’t at all like the flashing scenes of darkness and screaming in his head.

It was in these moments of peace he remembered his life. Well, his life before this. It wasn’t perfect but it was perfect enough. He was happy man, a respected man and a hopeful man. He remembered Amanda, her smile, her laugh. He’d known his wife since they met in middle school. And since then, they were inseparable. After college, they got married and all the town could say was, what took you so long. They were in no rush though. They had each other.

About a year after being married, they found out they were pregnant. They practically glowed in happiness as they moved about town. People couldn’t help but stare at them and smile. They were the perfect couple.

Then, one night it was all ruined.

As Amanda and Mark returned from an evening out, a drunk driver slammed into their car, on the passenger side, where Amanda sat. The idiot was driving so fast, his car collided with enough force to pin Amanda in the car. After the initial shock of the hit, Mark regained consciousness. He could hear Amanda screaming, crying out. Oh my God! Mark! The baby! I can’t feel it. I can’t feel anything!

Mark scrambled about the car, wobbly from his own injuries. But he could move. Amanda couldn’t. Her car door was crushing her into her seat. Mark held her hand. Kissed her. And laid his head on her stomach. Hold on little one. Don’t you leave me. Please don’t leave me.

His pleas were not enough though. Amanda and the baby left Mark that night. And with them, his heart and feelings died too. Since then, Mark lived in a daze. Not really alive but not yet dead either. He felt dead though. But until that happened, he would sit here and push away the screams of that horrible day, and sit here and watch the snow globe and pretend it wasn’t cracked.