Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste Deal with Exhaustion

“Twiggy. I’m exhausted.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Mom took me to Lowe’s, and I’m worn out.”

“Oh, poor you. You’ve got to go to Lowe’s.”

“I know. All those people adoring me and the treats.”

“Yes, the horror.”

“I’m starting to recover.”

“Oh, I would take the rest of the day. One can’t be too careful.”

“You might be right. I should take it easy.”

“Don’t want you pulling something or getting sick.”

“A good shake and I’m as good as new.”

“I think Dad caught you on that shake. Pretty funny.”

“Dad, did you take a photo of me shaking?”

“He’s not going to answer you and break the fourth wall.”

“Maybe mom can tell me.”

“Sorry, kiddo. You are on your own.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m just going to do my yoga.”

“Now that you mention it. I should do mine, too.”

“I wouldn’t rush into anything. Remember what a trying day you’ve had.”

“I think you are right. Maybe I’ll find a cool spot.”

“There you go. Catch your breath.”

“This tile fits the bill. Thanks for the suggestion.”

“Anytime, little one. We don’t want you to overdo it for sure.”

“Are you being facetious?”

“Who me? Not at all. I just want to make sure your highness is comfortable.”

 

A New Book By Sally Cronin – Tales from the Irish Garden – The Missing Pieces

 

I am pleased to help announce Sally Cronin’s newest book, Tales from the Irish Garden – The Missing Pieces. As you know, Sally is a large supporter of Indie authors and an author in her own right. So when she launches a book, it is an honor to help spread the word.

About the book

In the Irish Garden, there is fantasy, magic, friendship, and love to be found in this green and welcoming haven. For some of those who find their way to the garden, there is a renewal and an awakening of the spirit and special gifts lost through tragedy. For others, it is the end of a long and arduous journey to find their soulmate.

The Irish garden has been a sanctuary for centuries for those escaping persecution, invaders, and grief. Its guardian is the storyteller, a man who has lived for hundreds of years and who is part of a network of guardians around the world, offering a safe haven to those worthy of their protection.

It is not only humans who travel from afar to this garden, but also animals that are hurt or lost. One creature in particular has traveled across time following the elusive melody remembered from its time in an ancient civilization, a cat who has reached its ninth life.

You are welcome to join the storyteller, Finn, Lilah, Ramon, Michael, Bebechat, and Flaco in the garden to enjoy their company, discover their stories, and be amused at some of the antics they get up to as they finally find a peaceful home to call their own.

Head over to buy the book: Amazon UK – And: Amazon US

An early review

Alex Craigie Goodreads 22nd April 2026

I’m writing this review in April 2026 at a time when the world feels increasingly perilous and beset by greed, violence and intolerance. Never has there been a better time for this book by Sally Cronin to appear – an antidote to the horror we see and hear on the news, and a celebration of the goodness that resides in the hearts of the majority of people.

The second Tales from an Irish Garden ended with the ancient storyteller saying goodbye to Queen Filigree and her royal court as they moved back to a warmer climate. This book picks up the threads 200 years later. The storyteller is feeling lonely and missing the lively company he had so enjoyed. He comes across Finn, an Irishman who has suffered a terrible tragedy and he brings him back to the garden where he becomes his friend and handyman. Soon, an injured crow joins the sanctuary and comes in useful spotting troubling things from afar.

Lilah, a young healer fleeing for her life, is brought to the sanctuary by a friend of the storyteller and she rescues an orphaned, maltreated young boy who moves in with her and her mystery cat Bebechat. This small group flourishes and helps the wider village beyond the magical sanctuary.

As time passes, others are welcomed into the Irish Garden and fall under its spell. All is not perfect beyond the boundary, however, and a decision is made to stand against a serious threat from outside.

I love this book. It’s filled with hope, love, gentle humour and an appreciation of the earth in which we live and all the living things that inhabit it. Each character is different, adding something precious to the mix. Those who arrive in fear and despair form part of a healing environment that enriches them all.

This woven tapestry of tales shows how we may not be able to prevent all the evils in the world, but we can all do our part to make life kinder and safer for those around us and have a positive effect that may carry further than we can imagine.

Highly recommended. 

About Sally in Her Words

I have enjoyed a nomadic existence living in eight countries including Sri Lanka, Malta, South Africa, USA and Spain, before settling back here in Ireland. My work, and a desire to see some of the most beautiful parts of the world in the last forty years, has taken me to many more incredible destinations around Europe and Canada, and across the oceans to New Zealand and Hawaii. All those experiences and the people that I have met, provide a rich source of inspiration for my stories.

After a career in customer facing roles in the hospitality, retail, advertising and telecommunications industry, I wrote and published my first book in 1999 called Size Matters, about my weight loss journey, losing 154lbs in 18 months. This has been followed by 17 further fiction and non-fiction books, including a number of short story collections.

You can connect with her on her blog: Smorgasbord Blog Magazine Twitter: @sgc58 – Facebook: Sally Cronin – LinkedIn: Sally Cronin – Bluesky: @sallycronin.bsky.social

Sally’s Books

Congratulations, Sally. Wishing you all the best.

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – “Privacy”

 

Today I randomly opened The Last Drive to page 225. With eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger is “privacy.” That is our prompt today.

Privacy by John W. Howell © 2026

“Could you please leave?”

“What’s the problem?”

“I just need some privacy.”

“I don’t get it.”

“What don’t you get?”

“We went to all those classes, and I’m your birthing partner.”

“Well, right now I can’t stand the sight of you.”

“What has changed?”

“You are the one who got me into this mess.”

“Oh, like you weren’t there?”

“This is no time to do the hurt feelings routine. Just go away.”

“What about the breathing exercises?”

“I can do that on my own.”

“I hate to see you like this.”

“Then you should go.”

“You sure you will be okay?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Go hang out with your friends.”

“They are all busy.”

“Go catch some fish then.”

“That’s a good idea. I’m sure you will be hungry after the pup gets here.”

“I swear. Of all the sealions in this world, I end up with Mr. Practical. Now go.”

“You still love me, right?”

“Of course. I just need you gone. Bye.”

Top Ten Things Not to Do During the 1849 California Gold Rush

Image by PIX1861 from Pixabay

 

This edition continues the historical background on the Top Ten feature. I hope you like it. This post ran on September 1, 2018

Top Ten Things Not to Do During the 1849 California Gold Rush

10 If you are near the gold rush, do not sell everything to go mine for gold. If you do, at best, you will break even. At worst, you’ll find that you have blown your life savings chasing a dream. (Seems you could have found a better way to blow your money, Farquharson. You could try self-publishing.)

9 If you are near the gold rush, do not move that stake at the corner of Tiny the WWF champ’s claim. If you do, at best, Tiny will let you put it back. At worst, Tiny figures you are jumping his claim. (No use even putting up a fight, Farrin. I would just lie there. Tiny is bound to lose interest sooner or later.)

8 If you are near the gold rush, do not hide your gold under the straw mattress on your cot. If you do, at best, the lump will keep you awake. At worst, sadly, that’s the first place a thief will look. (Well, now you need to start over, Farrs. With any luck, you get that gold dust back in another six months of panning.)

7 If you are near the gold rush, do not describe someone to his face as a sourdough. If you do, at best, the person is too new to know that a sourdough is someone from Canada who has come to California in search of Gold. At worst, the person might take exception to being called dough. (Might as well take it back, Farson. Looks like he is mighty angry.)

6 If you are near the gold rush, do not wear your Amiri jeans to work. If you do, at best, you will attract many stares. At worst, the Levi-Strauss salesperson might decide a gunfight is in order. (I guess you didn’t realize that Levi’s are the official jeans of the gold rush, huh, Favian. No worries, just buy a pair and all will be forgotten.)

5 If you are near the gold rush, do not announce any discoveries of gold. If you do, at best, you’ll have more friends. At worst, the mob scene that will transpire is more than you can handle. (Your claim needs to be defended, Fedyenka. But do you really want to shoot someone?)

4 If you are near the gold rush, do not complain about the cost of food. If you do, at best, you’ll be told to go elsewhere. At worst, the cook may decide that serving you requires a higher reimbursement and raise his prices again. (Funny, Felix, but you are the only one paying more for everything.)

3 If you are near the gold rush, do not think you can set up a get-rich-quick wagon and tool rental business. If you do, at best, all your tools will be rented out, and you’ll need to get more. At worst, none of the devices will be brought back, and the rentals do not cover the cost. (This was not how it was supposed to work, Fergus.)

2 If you are near the gold rush, do not drink whatever is in that bottle in the saloon. If you do, at best, you won’t go blind. At worst, you might lose track of time and wake up three weeks from now broke and homeless. (Imagine if you’d had enough money to buy two bottles, Fiacre. You might not be with us right now.)

1 If you are near the gold rush, do not pan for gold. If you do, at best, you won’t find any. At worst, you might pull a couple of specks out of the sand, which will cause an extreme attack of gold fever. (Well, that does it, Fidelis. You are hooked. See you in a couple of years when your money runs out.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Lakeway’s Historic Liebelt Cabin

Today, we are visiting Lakeways historic Liebelt Cabin. We are catered by Crown and Anchor Pub of Austin. Our entertainment is The Foggy Mountain Boys.

Menu

Classic Hamburger & Fries – The tried-and-true original, 100% Fresh, Never Frozen Patty cooked to perfection. For those who don’t want to mess with a good thing!

Mushroom Swiss Burger & Fries – Topped with sautéed mushrooms and melted Swiss cheese.

Cheeseburger & Fries – Our Classic Hamburger with American cheese.

Double Cheeseburger & Fries – Our Classic Hamburger, double patty with American cheese.

Jalapeño Cheeseburger & Fries – Cheeseburger topped with sliced jalapeños.

Bacon Cheeseburger & Fries – Add two strips of bacon to the cheeseburger.

Veggie Burger & Fries – Award-winning! A crispy veggie patty on a wheat bun with lettuce, tomato, onion, pickle, mayo, and mustard.

Picture of an old time school bus

Hop on the bus and let’s go.

There’s the historical marker explaining that the cabin was relocated to the city hall area in 2011. It is over 150 years old.

Vintage farm equipment around the cabin.

More farm equipment.

A replica of the marker for August Liebelt, who built and lived in the cabin.

One view of the cabin.

A closer look.

The stove was used for cooking and heating.

A view toward the fireplace and dining area.

Artifacts from the era.

Looking back toward the stove and at the ladder to the second story. Note that the cabin had three doors, which provided plenty of ventilation.

A close-up of more artifacts. Great needlepoint, but spelling not so much.

The old rocker and cane. The framed photos are of members of the Historical Society at various functions in the cabin.

Now it’s time for food and music. I hope you have a great week.

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “tan/ten/tin/ton/tun”

A simple Saturday would include a calm cup of coffee, peace, and quiet. Of course, around here, the coffee is available, but peace and quiet? A touch of the two-coffee button sets in motion a chain of events destined to see me admitted to a special care facility or an order for a tun of wine. The coffee smells like redemption to a caffeine-starved brain. The first sip stops the nails-on-the-chalkboard low-caffeine warning alarm. The second sip is accompanied by the Westminster chime of the doorbell, joined by the baying of my own hounds of Baskerville – Twiggy and Tempeste. Their sound is like ten ton of tin falling from a church rafter just before the benediction. A quick toss of two new identical tan colored squeaky toys into the soundproof room, and the door slam brings back the Songs of Silence.

A check of the security monitor shows me an image of a person dressed in a Bugs Bunny suit. Since my curiosity is raised, with a sigh, the security shutdown process begins.

The SWAT team needs to be put on standby. A quick text to the leader confirms that status. Also, the flight of A-10 Warthogs must be diverted. Another call to the commander puts that worry to rest. The SEAL team needs to be called off, and a call to the leader makes that possible. The MH-60 Jayhawk Helicopter hovering over the house is diverted. A call to the tow truck driver stops the deployment of an M1A1 Abrams Tank. The control panel simplifies the security system’s shutdown process. The boiling oil vats are put on standby, the turret mortars disengaged, the Trebuchet on safety, the concertina wire rolled, the Claymore mines reset, the tower Gatling guns on safety, the moat net dropped, the alligators fed, and the IEDs and shoulder-held rockets put away. The Proton torpedoes switched off. The gamma ray beams covered. The high-powered maser guns switched to standby, and the nanorobots were chained in the basement. The Klingons are called back, and the Targ is caged. Robbie’s Bot is sent to the basement. The Tasmanian Devil is directed to the food in his cage, and the door drops. The electronic jammer is kept active, given a situation with a robot not too long ago. The locks on the door are thrown. And the door opened.

The guy in the Bugs Bunny suit has a clipboard and a letter, which he passes to me. After signing and passing the clipboard back, the question has to be asked, “What’s with the Bugs Bunny outfit?” He explains that he took his uniform to the dry cleaners and picked it up last night. When he went to put it on today, there was an obvious mistake, so he had to wear the Bugs Bunny outfit that the cleaners mistakenly gave him.

“Why not just wear normal clothes?”

“Then I would be out of uniform, which is against company rules.”

“But you look out of uniform right now.”

“No. You see, I have the receipt that clearly says this is my uniform.”

The conversation is going nowhere, and the guy has his Bugs paw outstretched for a tip. Feeling sorry for him, he gets a tenner. Back inside, the letter is a message from Linda Hill that reads:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tan/ten/tin/ton/tun.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you’d like. Bonus points if you manage to get four of them into your post. Have fun!

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2026/04/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-25-2026/

Tan/Ten/Tin/Ton/Tun by John W. Howell © 2026

“Well, you got the bonus points for using all of those prompts.”

“Why, thank you.”

“I think you played a little loose with that ten ton of tin falling line, but we’ll let you get away with it.”

“I thought you were going to call me on the tan toy.”

“No, that was okay. How did you know what a tun was?”

“I used to live in wine country, and some of the big storage barrels were called tuns.”

“Well, that was obscure for sure. What made you think of a Bugs Bunny suit?”

“I wish I could tell you. I was writing the story, and it just came to me.”

“Well, how about writing you and me at the pub with some Voodoo Rangers?”

“Just introduced the concept. You call Uber?”

“Yup. Right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“No way.”

“Why?”

“Because I know we’ll have to put out a fire or something.”

“Only if there is a call.”

“With my luck, there will be several.”

“Okay, I thought you would say that, so I called for two. Look over there.”

Photo by Tom Okragly

“Wow, a 1946 Pontiac Streamliner. Now you are talking.”

“I thought you would like it.”

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. Okay, just a little catch.”

“I knew it. What’s the catch?”

“The driver’s kids have to come along.”

“Doesn’t seem so bad. How many kids?”

“Eight, I think.”

“I think we have better odds with the fire engine.”

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF – Fri-Yay/Good News

The hills of Tanzania where Ecosia operates – credit, Ecosia, released

 

Our good news post comes from the Good News Network.

250 Millionth Tree Planted by this Tree-Planting Search Engine Just Ahead of Earth Day

By Andy Corbley –

Reaching the milestone just before Earth Day, Ecosia, the nonprofit search engine, is celebrating 250 million trees planted worldwide, becoming the world’s largest planter of native trees.

Since its founding in 2009, Ecosia has built the world’s largest network of local reforestation operations, numbering more than 200,000 tree planters and 125 organizations worldwide. Users’ clicks and searches, as well as the ad revenue they generate, translate into funds the company uses to organize tree planting.

These partnerships have allowed the tech company to focus on working with local experts to plant 1,600 native tree species, including 144 endangered or vulnerable species, making it a leading contributor to threatened-tree conservation. These efforts are helping biodiversity hotspots recover and restoring ecosystems in communities for generations to come.

Founder Christian Kroll, together with Germany’s Federal Minister for the Environment, planted a tree to mark the 250 million milestone in front of the German federal parliament, the Reichstag, in Berlin, where Ecosia is headquartered.

“All of our successes have come from this powerful on-the-ground movement, ” said Christian Kroll, founder of Ecosia. “From one click in 2009 to 250 million trees today, our global community supercharged our climate action.”

GNN has previously reported on Ecosia. The search online often targets countries that are the most biodiverse, where tree loss directly corresponds with species loss. This has led them to launch projects in Nicaragua and Peru, Burkina Faso and Malawi, Indonesia, and Australia.

In 2018, for example, they created a tree nursery for 200,000 trees in Madagascar, to help create a forest corridor leading from an isolated habitat to the ocean. In 2019, they created a forest-agriculture project in Borneo to prevent locals from selling land to oil palm development.

That same year, Ecosia took measures to ensure it could never be sold and that no one, including the founder, could profit from or receive dividends from the company. This means that the business is set up purely to benefit the planet.

– credit, Ecosia Blog

Growing trees and forests is a long-term game that goes beyond just planting seedlings. Some of Ecosia’s trees get planted because they guarantee future revenue for the community (e.g., fruit and nut trees or trees that boost harvest yields); these provide a strong incentive for the beneficiaries of these products to protect the trees long term. Other reforestation work provides returns on investment for financiers. These are the most well-funded.

However, not every tree has a straightforward financial return on investment, and therefore, making a case for long-term investment is not clear-cut. In fact, much of today’s deforestation is the result of trees not being valued much in economic terms.

This is why Ecosia’s work is so critical to reforestation. It can step in where return-seeking capital won’t. This allows vital ecosystems and communities to be supported without greenwashing or offsetting motives. A purpose company with only one shareholder: the planet.

Unique to any other tech company, Ecosia has a dedicated Tree Team: a group of forestry and nature conservation experts, social business experts, economists, and social scientists, focused on finding the right partners to work with, collaborating with communities, and planting the right species to ensure our trees thrive. It is the only company in the world with a CTPO (Chief Tree Planting Officer).

“We care about our trees long term, not just for some pretty pictures of young saplings,” shared Pieter van Midwoud, Ecosia’s CTPO. “We have developed a vigorous monitoring program to analyze whether projects that we started would benefit from further support. Ecosia, as a purpose company, is best placed to do this long term, and we hope to grow millions more trees.”

The next chapter for Ecosia is to make a bigger move into landscape restoration. Rather than solely assessing projects based on factors that affect the long-term benefits of trees—such as water supply, fuel access, and financial sustainability—the company has begun to take a more active role in influencing those factors.

“We know that collaborating together with the local community is the only way to run a successful restoration project long term, so combining tree planting with complementary interventions that enable farmers and nature to have a bigger impact will be further strengthened,” said van Midwoud.

The good news in this story is that a serious effort to enable sustainable tree planting is sponsored by a tech company. Today’s JohnKu talks about tech and the environment. I hope you have a great weekend.

Conservation by John W. Howell © 2026

Tech and conservation,

Are not usual bedfellows . . .

Good when it happens.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Tempeste Miss Mom.

“She’s really gone?”

“Well, for a while, Tempeste.”

“Where’d she go?”

“Daughter is fostering a dog and had to go on a trip, so Mom is babysitting.”

“How long is she going to be gone?”

“Till Sunday.”

 

 

“Till Sunday? You know how long that is?”

“Yeah, it’s four days.”

“We could die by then.”

“Oh, please. Dad’s here to take care of us.”

“I hate to say anything, but Dad is no Mom.”

“Sush, he’ll hear you. Besides, he takes good care of us.”

“He does know how to open doors for sure.”

“He feeds us and gets us to exercise.”

“Yeah, that exercise part. Mom gives us long walks, and sometimes in the park.”

“Dad is a little older, so his range is not as large as it was.”

“Older is a very kind way to put it.”

“Well, he is our Dad.”

“I guess I should be more patient.”

“And when Mom comes back, you will appreciate her more.”

Guest Post – Jan Sikes Talks about Fringes, Heartstrings, and Lyrics #newbook

I have known Jan just about as long as I have been writing and blogging and am pleased to have her visit on the fourth stop on her tour. Her stories are always intriguing and very difficult to put down. Jan is here today to talk about her latest, so I will get out of the way and turn the post over to Jan.

Thank you, John, for allowing me to take over your blog and talk about my new book, Fringes, Heartstrings, and Lyrics.

We all know stories can come from anywhere. There are things that happen in everyday life which can spark the imagination. That being said, some of the stories in this collection are loosely based on actual events. This excerpt is from a story inspired by one of those real moments. I hope it sparks your interest.

TAKING ANOTHER RIDE WITH CLYDE

Taylor Malone rested his tall, lean frame against the kitchen counter and shuffled through the most recent stack of unpaid bills, while his golden-haired wife brewed morning coffee. Maybe by day’s end, things would have a better outlook for them. With a new computer, he could complete the online real estate classes and get started making some real money.

JoAnne Malone shot him a worried look.

“I know, sugar.” He pulled her into an embrace and rested his chin on top of her head. “He’s been up drinking all night. But as soon as we get the new computer bought and set up, he’ll head back to Texas.”

JoAnne nodded. “Maybe you should offer him some breakfast and coffee.”

“Sure, babe.”

Taylor walked to the back door of the mobile home and called out. “Morning, Clyde. JoAnne’s making breakfast, and coffee’s on.”

Clyde Baker turned bleary eyes in his direction. “Thanks. I’ll take a cup of coffee.”

He stumbled when he reached the top step, and Taylor resisted the urge to steady him.

Under his breath, Clyde mumbled. “Damned uneven steps. You oughta’ get ‘em fixed.”

“I’ll add that to my list,” Taylor said.

“Mornin’ Clyde,” JoAnne chimed when they walked into the kitchen.

“Jo.” He planted a kiss on her cheek. “I’m gonna get that damned computer today or die tryin’, sweetheart,” he slurred.

“I’m sure you will. Taylor and I thank you so much for helping us. Can I talk you into some eggs and bacon?”

“Nah.” With coffee in a trembling hand, Clyde headed out the door. “Need a smoke.”

Once the back door slammed, Taylor faced his wife. “Sweetheart, try not to worry. I’ll insist on driving. He’s taking his time and money to help us out, and Lord knows we need it.”

“I know, and I appreciate it. I just wish he could control his drinking. It’s a narrow road into Tulsa.”

“Like I said, I’ll drive.” He kissed JoAnne and patted her bottom. “We’ll be here with a shiny new computer when you get off work.”

JoAnne laughed. “I just want you back here in one piece. That’s more important to me than anything.”

***

BOOK BLURB:

At the edge of the world, and the center of the heart, you’ll find stories that linger.

Fringes explores dystopian futures where survival is uncertain and hope is fragile. In  A Foreign World, The Forgotten, and Yearning for Paradise, humanity is pushed to its limits.

Heartstrings turns toward the warmth of love, resilience, and second chances. Stories such as A Promise Broken – A Promise Kept, She Dances with a Memory, and When Love Isn’t Enough remind us that the human spirit endures.

Lyrics captures life in poetry—moments of longing, faith, and reflection in pieces like Comes the Dawn, Society, and The Blind Man in the Night.

From chilling possibilities to comforting truths, Fringes, Heartstrings & Lyrics is a genre-blending collection of short fiction and poetry that will make you think, feel, and return again and again.

PURCHASE LINK: https://www.amazon.com/Fringes-Heartstrings-Lyrics-Jan-Sikes-ebook/dp/B0GRWQC3SH/

BIO:

Jan Sikes is a multi-award-winning author who writes compelling and creative stories from the heart.

She openly admits that she never set out in life to be an author, although she’s been an avid reader all her life. But she had a story to tell—Not just any story, but a true story to rival any fiction creation. She brought the powerful true story to life through fictitious characters in an intricately woven tale that encompasses four books, accompanying music CDs, and a book of poetry and art.

And now, this author can’t put down the pen. She continues to write fiction in a variety of genres and has published many award-winning short stories and novels. She is an active blogger, a member of the Story Empire group, loves to support indie artists (both literary and musical) and is the grandmother of five beautiful souls. Find out more at http://www.jansikes.com.

JAN’S SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:

http://www.jansikes.com

https://www.jansikes.com/blog

https://x.com/JanSikes3

http://www.facebook.com/AuthorJanSikesBooks

https://bsky.app/profile/jksikes-author.bsky.social

https://www.bookbub.com/profile/jan-sikes

http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00CS9K8DK  (Author Page)

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7095856.Jan_Sikes

All the best on Fringes, Heartstrings, and Lyrics, Jan

 

 

 

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – “Breath”

 

Today, I randomly opened Detour on the Eternal Road to page 85. With eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word nearest to my finger is “breath.” This is our prompt today.

Breath by John W. Howell © 2026

“Okay. Close your eyes.”

“Why should I close my eyes?”

“‘Cause I don’t want you to be scared.”

“Why would I be scared?”

“Well, you have never done this before, and I want it to be fun for you.”

“But if I’m scared, how can it be fun?”

“That’s why I want you to close your eyes.”

“Now you have me worried.”

“How so?”

“If I keep my eyes open, I’ll be scared.”

“Maybe you’ll be scared.”

“If I shut them, I won’t be scared and will have fun.”

“That’s not exactly it, but close enough.”

“Can’t we do this another day?”

“No. You have been bugging me to teach you, and today is the day.”

“Okay then. I want to keep my eyes open.”

“That is up to you. I was just giving you a suggestion.”

“How are we doing this?”

“You are going to stand on the edge, and I’m going to give you a push.”

“A push?”

“Yup.”

“Then what?”

“You spread those beautiful wings and soar like Mom and Dad. I’ll be right behind you,”

“What if I fall?”

“You won’t, but if you do, I’ll catch you.”

“Okay, Mom. I’m ready.”

“Take a breath and off you go, my beautiful eagle darling.”