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Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

“Are You Playing in Your Playground?"

 

You never know where you will find your tiger.

 

I don't know where my tiger is, but I found an opossum in my hen house two nights ago. He's gone now—and my four hens are alive, with fewer feathers, one without a tail, but traumatized. I let the chickens out during the day, and they put themselves into bed at night. I go out after dark and shut the pen. Well, I waited too long that night.

One hen was wandering around lost. The other three had found a safe spot. The opossum was hugging the back wall of the second story of my little chicken house, and no matter how much I poked him with a 4-foot long 2 x 2-inch board, he would not budge. He would snarl and bare his teeth, though. I caught the hens and secured them in the other little house within the pen (it came with the property), and all's well. The opossum sneaked away while I set up a live trap for him. He must be home now, tending his bruises or visiting the neighbor's chickens.

 

That's on the home front. On the book front, I once stated in my little book "Where Tiger's Belch," that my protagonist decided she would find her purpose where tiger's belch," and thus she set off to find that spot. 

This week, I stumbled upon two books: John Strelecky's The Café on the Edge of the World and Return to the Why Café.

I loved them both. A third, The Safari, I just ordered. It was described as when your heart, soul, and story link up in perfect harmony. That's what I want for myself and my writing. I recently decided to write a series of short books and continue Jo's journey after she heard a tiger belch.

Strelecky asked the same questions I had asked, Why are we here? What's my purpose? I was enheartened because he is a best seller—that tells me that people are hungry for his sort of books, ones that inspire and ask the hard questions in a simple story. I aspire to write that sort. This came as a conformation to me that people do read those sorts of books, people do want to read of good things not bad.

We've been jerked around for some time now. I do not want to play in that playground anymore.  One of Strelecky's players asked a lady customer in the Café, "Are you playing in your playground yet?"

She wasn't. She was unhappily playing in someone else's playground—the corporate world's playground, where she was unappreciated and overworked.

As I walked through life, I passed many gates to playgrounds, peeked inside and said "Nope," not for me, and continued on my way.

I heard of a new playground last night; the "kids" of that playground found that the vilest thing they could write on Social Media got the most hits. And getting the most hits was the name of the game.

Pass on that one.

We are all travelers in this life—we are all together on the journey – although walking in different directions, not speaking the same language, nor following the same philosophy, religion, or mojo. The Jo of my Tiger book is traveling, something she feels drawn to do; she trusts her intuition that this will work out for her. She is playing in her own playground.

She is traveling the world.

I changed the final chapter a bit to make it clearer. 




 

Sunday, September 1, 2024

This is Tricky

This is tricky.

 

A fist-sized frog lives in an environment beneficial for its food supply but tricky for a home. His home is mobile, warm, and swarming with the frog’s favorite food—flies. The downside of this living arrangement is that he might suddenly feel an earthquake—the “land” beneath his feet lunging at a remarkable speed, or suddenly submerging into water. Water? Well,  that’s okay for a frog, but froggy dear, watch out for the mud.

The frog is living on the back of a Water Buffalo.

You know that the presence of frogs is one indicator of a healthy ecosystem. Scientists have found that when Water Buffalos move into abandoned areas, they bring with them, an abundance of frogs, bats, and plant life.

It is estimated that Water Buffalos number more than "200 million across 77 countries on five continents.” (BBC) These animals have long been used as plough animals and treasured for their nutritious milk. (Their milk is higher in protein and fat than that of dairy cattle.) Now, they are earning a reputation among conservationists as handy landscape managers.

For decades, local farmers have allowed their water buffalo to roam freely as they carve channels where fish, frogs, and other species enter. These, in turn, feed the wetlands migrating birds. 


 

P.S. I chose the title The Frog’s Song for my non-fiction book published by Regal House Publishing. The subject isn’t about frogs, although Coqui frogs are in there, but because I read that symbolically, the frog calls the rain that settles the dust for our journey.

The Frog’s Song is a journey.

One day, my family of one husband, one daughter, one seven-month-old grandson, two dogs, and two cats, and this narrator took leave of their senses, put their house up for sale, and moved to a tropical island to live off the grid.

The journey is what life is about. And this was our journey. It left a sweet spot in my heart where our ten incredibly green acres once existed. 

 

To read more about The Frog’s Song, please go to my website: https://thefrogssong.com. (Read about our leaving. It isn’t in the book.)

Better yet, go the Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/s?k=the+Frog%3Bs+Song+by+Joyce+Davis&ref=nb_sb_noss.

I was hoping it was FREE on Kindle Unlimited, it sometimes is. Keep checking. I don’t know why the price varies. It’s like the weather.