If you've missed the beginning, START HERE and you'll be guided through each section until you're right back here! :)
Tru-Kru [pronounced True-Crew]
Dabsoners came into existence in exactly the same way and at almost exactly the same time as the Mabsoners. The only difference in their races is that the Mabsoners were found and raised by Manatees, while the Dabsoners were rescued and adopted by Dolphins and/or Porpoises.
Tru-Kru, a strong 13 year-old Dabsoner, was swimming with his pod near the shore of Flagler Beach, Florida. He was swimming at record-breaking speeds for a human, but always lagging far behind his dolphin family. His body, which was long and lean, was completely hairless from swimming at high speeds constantly. He was shocked by the surging bubbles that leapt at him from below. He was buffeted by them, unable to control his flight through the water and further seperated from his pod. He was tossed by the bubbles and struggled to reach the surface. As he did, the same strange bird Aly had seen exploded from, what seemed to Tru, an enormous bubble surrounded by a fountain of water that pushed and moved the bird up through the water to explode into the sky.
Tru watched as the bird, flung by the air bubble and water fountain, kept going up and up almost until Tru could only see what looked like a normal-sized bird that soon disappeared into the clouds. Before the bird disappeared from view, though, Tru spotted movement in a strange sack attached to the bird's back. Tru almost completely motionless, moving only enough to stay afloat, as he contemplated the oddity. He'd never seen a bird so large, or any bird for that matter, come from the depths of the waters. And he'd certainly never seen a bird with a thing attached to its back like the one he'd just observed.
As he was pondering on the strangeness, he heard his Mother's call for him. He knew she would be breaking the surface momentarily, so after waiting a few heartbeats, he called back and then slowly moved toward her. He knew she would be back to him far more quickly than he could reach her, so he didn't rush because he was still puzzling over the strangeness. His efforts were not focused and he was feeling lazy as a result of the curiousity... it was like there was something in the air that caused him to move even more slowly than his normal slow pace.
© 2008-2012 Tori Gollihugh All Rights Reserved
next installment: the June 15th, 10am
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
next part of CHAPTER 1: meet Keera (third part)
the FIRST part of the Chapter 1
SECOND part of Chapter 1
Keera [pronounced key-AIR-uh]
Born of a human mother, the only life she'd ever known was that of the manatee. Her mother had boarded a hired motorboat with a group of other women who had completed thirty-five weeks or more of their pregnancy. EVery woman who boarded paid a large fee to ride that death ship. The women were being taken to unburden themselvesin the Gulf of Mexico. Some were already in active labor, as with Keera's biological mother. Others were being hooked up to stolen IVs that would feed synthetic hormones into their systems and cause them to give birth too soon. All babies born were either born directly into the water, as was Keera, or thrown overboard as soon as they were born into the hands of one of the male ship's owners. This practice had occurred long enough that the manatee knew and watched. There were too many mothers losing their calves. They yearned to nurture. Even a human.
Keera was held above the water by the cow that eventually became her mother. Each cow in the group that night, as with many others before and after, held a baby above the water. Not all of the cows were in milk, but they worked together to save the babies that would live so that those who had lost a calf might have a baby to nurture. They'd done this long enough that they knew what to do and how to do it. The first humans saved were accidentally rescued. Generations had passed since the beginning of this new race of humans. The rescue meetings became a regular event in the lives of the manatee. With each new moon, the manatee watched the dock at which the death ships docked and signaled to their sisters, who waited at the dump sites, whether there would be any possible rescues that night.
The adult humans first rescued by the manatee came to be an integral part of the rescue effort and enabled the manatee to rescue alive more of the human babies than they had before that first generation grew to adulthood. Keeku, Kwee, Eea-eat, and other Mabsoners were not specifically aware of the human to animal genetic manipulations that had transpired for generations prior to their rescues by manatee. Had they known, they surely would have been grateful for it was those experiments that enabled their race to change rapidly to suit their environment.
Some babies, like Keera, never cried after their birth. The shock of the water, though considered warm by water-dwellers, was far too cold for the tiny bodies of the babies and prevented some of the babies' cries. The submersion of Keera's tiny body in the too cool water changed her body-system immediately. As a result, she, and all the other rescued human babies, were able to live in the water for the majority of their lives.
A few of the dumped babies did cry out. The humans on the boats did not care. They never even considered how it could be that they might hear a baby cry once it was disposed of. They trusted that the child would die soon enough. They were sure the water or sharks would take care of the mess they were creating.
As much as Keera knew she should dislike or even hate the humans who had obviously disposed of her, she refused to hate them. Instead, for the whole of her life she was fascinated by their ways and their language. She loved to watch them and hear them. Even though it was extremely unsafe, she had, on rare occassion, left the water to try to stand as she saw them do on their boats. In every free moment that she could steal away, she felt magnetically drawn to them and had, with great effort and straining ears, learned how to speak as they spoke... sort of. She's never had anyone with whom she could speak the human language, but she loved the way it sounded when she spoke it anyway.
Now, as a beautiful, though far too thin for a Mabsoner, 12-year-old Keera was watching over the new manatee cow-mothers who had recently lost their calves and who were hoping to rescue discarded human babies. They were organizing off the shores of Pensacola, Florida in the Gulf of Mexico. They must have things in order because the moon was right for a dump. Keera was hopful that the mothers who had just calved would be able to bond with a new one who would live. Month after month some of them tried, only to be disappointed because the human babies they caught could not survive in their world.
Keera worried about her family; both the other Mabsoners and manatees. Those who looked something like her were always in danger of discovery and those that had taken them in and blessed them with more life than they otherwise could have experienced were decreasing in number. The number of calves lost each calving time was astounding. Somehow, though, the manatees survived. Miraculously, it seemed to Keera. The manatee's numbers were decreasing regardless of the effort the Mabsoners put forth to guard and protect them. They could do very little most of the time for fear of discovery. They all, manatee and Mabsoner alike, knew that if the Mabsoners were discovered the humans of land would not be pleased. They didn't like to share the world with each other or the other animals in it. Surely they would be severely displeased to learn of a new kind of human.
The worst the humans of land could do was kill them all. And since they knew of at least one Mabsoner murdered by a human, they preferred to err on the side of caution.
© 2008-2012 Tori Gollihugh All Rights Reserved
next installment: the June 14th, 10am
The NEXT installment has already been published. Click NEXT to get to it.
SECOND part of Chapter 1
Keera [pronounced key-AIR-uh]
Born of a human mother, the only life she'd ever known was that of the manatee. Her mother had boarded a hired motorboat with a group of other women who had completed thirty-five weeks or more of their pregnancy. EVery woman who boarded paid a large fee to ride that death ship. The women were being taken to unburden themselvesin the Gulf of Mexico. Some were already in active labor, as with Keera's biological mother. Others were being hooked up to stolen IVs that would feed synthetic hormones into their systems and cause them to give birth too soon. All babies born were either born directly into the water, as was Keera, or thrown overboard as soon as they were born into the hands of one of the male ship's owners. This practice had occurred long enough that the manatee knew and watched. There were too many mothers losing their calves. They yearned to nurture. Even a human.
Keera was held above the water by the cow that eventually became her mother. Each cow in the group that night, as with many others before and after, held a baby above the water. Not all of the cows were in milk, but they worked together to save the babies that would live so that those who had lost a calf might have a baby to nurture. They'd done this long enough that they knew what to do and how to do it. The first humans saved were accidentally rescued. Generations had passed since the beginning of this new race of humans. The rescue meetings became a regular event in the lives of the manatee. With each new moon, the manatee watched the dock at which the death ships docked and signaled to their sisters, who waited at the dump sites, whether there would be any possible rescues that night.
The adult humans first rescued by the manatee came to be an integral part of the rescue effort and enabled the manatee to rescue alive more of the human babies than they had before that first generation grew to adulthood. Keeku, Kwee, Eea-eat, and other Mabsoners were not specifically aware of the human to animal genetic manipulations that had transpired for generations prior to their rescues by manatee. Had they known, they surely would have been grateful for it was those experiments that enabled their race to change rapidly to suit their environment.
Some babies, like Keera, never cried after their birth. The shock of the water, though considered warm by water-dwellers, was far too cold for the tiny bodies of the babies and prevented some of the babies' cries. The submersion of Keera's tiny body in the too cool water changed her body-system immediately. As a result, she, and all the other rescued human babies, were able to live in the water for the majority of their lives.
A few of the dumped babies did cry out. The humans on the boats did not care. They never even considered how it could be that they might hear a baby cry once it was disposed of. They trusted that the child would die soon enough. They were sure the water or sharks would take care of the mess they were creating.
As much as Keera knew she should dislike or even hate the humans who had obviously disposed of her, she refused to hate them. Instead, for the whole of her life she was fascinated by their ways and their language. She loved to watch them and hear them. Even though it was extremely unsafe, she had, on rare occassion, left the water to try to stand as she saw them do on their boats. In every free moment that she could steal away, she felt magnetically drawn to them and had, with great effort and straining ears, learned how to speak as they spoke... sort of. She's never had anyone with whom she could speak the human language, but she loved the way it sounded when she spoke it anyway.
Now, as a beautiful, though far too thin for a Mabsoner, 12-year-old Keera was watching over the new manatee cow-mothers who had recently lost their calves and who were hoping to rescue discarded human babies. They were organizing off the shores of Pensacola, Florida in the Gulf of Mexico. They must have things in order because the moon was right for a dump. Keera was hopful that the mothers who had just calved would be able to bond with a new one who would live. Month after month some of them tried, only to be disappointed because the human babies they caught could not survive in their world.
Keera worried about her family; both the other Mabsoners and manatees. Those who looked something like her were always in danger of discovery and those that had taken them in and blessed them with more life than they otherwise could have experienced were decreasing in number. The number of calves lost each calving time was astounding. Somehow, though, the manatees survived. Miraculously, it seemed to Keera. The manatee's numbers were decreasing regardless of the effort the Mabsoners put forth to guard and protect them. They could do very little most of the time for fear of discovery. They all, manatee and Mabsoner alike, knew that if the Mabsoners were discovered the humans of land would not be pleased. They didn't like to share the world with each other or the other animals in it. Surely they would be severely displeased to learn of a new kind of human.
The worst the humans of land could do was kill them all. And since they knew of at least one Mabsoner murdered by a human, they preferred to err on the side of caution.
© 2008-2012 Tori Gollihugh All Rights Reserved
next installment: the June 14th, 10am
The NEXT installment has already been published. Click NEXT to get to it.
Pasadena, California... Who are you?
Seriously. I have a reader who lives in Pasadena, CA and I have racked my brains trying to figure out who you are and have come up absolutely blank. So, because I'm super curious like this, I just wanted to ask in hopes that you might confess thyself to me so that I might thank you for visiting so regularly! ^_^
Okay, so I've already sort of thanked you... above... but I'd still like to know you. Who you are, I mean. Please comment to tell me who you are... if you could... would! :) That's be SO sweet!!!
Okay, so I've already sort of thanked you... above... but I'd still like to know you. Who you are, I mean. Please comment to tell me who you are... if you could... would! :) That's be SO sweet!!!
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
next part of CHAPTER 1: Annalynn
FIRST part of Chapter 1
Annalynn [pronounced as it looks]
She gazed dreamily out at the Atlantic Ocean. Annalynn love the sweet little viewing room in which she was sitting almost at the top of the wonderful yellow, Victorian-style home. This house was certainly a stand-out in the sleepy little surf town of Flagler Beach, Florida. She hadn't been happy to leave her friends and the world she knew when her parents felt the need to move, way back when she was three years old. But now that she was 13, it wasn't such a bad place. In fact, she'd grown to love it. She barely remembered living close enough to her Mother's large family to visit daily. Although she missed them, she realized that her life was good where she was. She still loved the times when she was able to see them, but didn't feel angry at missing out on all the family events they celebrated together. Her Dad's family was small and they didn't talk much. For whatever reason, even though communication was as easy as touching glass, they did not communicate either in person or long-distance. Not much. So, although she wanted to see them, she didn't feel as though she missed them very much because she really knew them a lot less than she knew her Mother's family.
It really wasn't the right season for whales, but she hoped she'd see a dolphin or a porpoise or two. The sun would be peeking over the horizon soon and then, if they were out there, she would be able to see them more easily, highlighted for a while against the light at the horizon. She loved to watch them frolic in the waves. In her little bird's eye room, she could see quite a ways out into the distance. The water was murky today. The waves were tumbling, but not too rough. Aly was glad when she was up here away from the water. She enjoyed watching it and could handle almost any degree of turbulence, but she had a fear of and abiding distaste for the depths. When in them, the waves caused her stomach to clench with fear. Yes, it was much nicer to sit in the deep cushions of the round wicker chair - so very much like a nest. And the breeze coming through the room was just wonderful.
As she dreamily gazed at the water's surface in the distance, Aly suddenly saw something burst from the water. She was sure she hadn't see a bird dive for a fish anywhere near where the jet of water burst. Was that a bird she saw emerge from the spray? Surely it couldn't be. But yes. It must be some sort of bird because whatever it was kept rising as the water fell back to it's home. Aly had already been sitting straight, though more relaxed than when around anyone else. But now she was sitting straight like a tightly pulled guitar string about to pop. She felt enlivened and full of energy, too. She realized she was holding herself the way she'd been taught to do in ballet. Relaxed energy, erect and poised, straight and graceful. As she studied and watched the bird continue to rise, she giggled at herself and realized, with some pleasure, her dance studies really had some impact.
There was something strange about that bird, other than its unusual size. Aly thought it looked a bit deformed. She couldn't be sure because she wasn't even sure what kind of bird it was. But it looked as though it had some sort of growth or tumor on its back. Aly felt a pang of compassion in her gut for the pain that creature must feel with a growth of that size always present. She sent a prayer that the bird would arrive at its destination in safety no matter what.
© 2008-2012 Tori Gollihugh All Rights Reserved
Next Installment: TOMORROW! ^_^
Annalynn [pronounced as it looks]
She gazed dreamily out at the Atlantic Ocean. Annalynn love the sweet little viewing room in which she was sitting almost at the top of the wonderful yellow, Victorian-style home. This house was certainly a stand-out in the sleepy little surf town of Flagler Beach, Florida. She hadn't been happy to leave her friends and the world she knew when her parents felt the need to move, way back when she was three years old. But now that she was 13, it wasn't such a bad place. In fact, she'd grown to love it. She barely remembered living close enough to her Mother's large family to visit daily. Although she missed them, she realized that her life was good where she was. She still loved the times when she was able to see them, but didn't feel angry at missing out on all the family events they celebrated together. Her Dad's family was small and they didn't talk much. For whatever reason, even though communication was as easy as touching glass, they did not communicate either in person or long-distance. Not much. So, although she wanted to see them, she didn't feel as though she missed them very much because she really knew them a lot less than she knew her Mother's family.
It really wasn't the right season for whales, but she hoped she'd see a dolphin or a porpoise or two. The sun would be peeking over the horizon soon and then, if they were out there, she would be able to see them more easily, highlighted for a while against the light at the horizon. She loved to watch them frolic in the waves. In her little bird's eye room, she could see quite a ways out into the distance. The water was murky today. The waves were tumbling, but not too rough. Aly was glad when she was up here away from the water. She enjoyed watching it and could handle almost any degree of turbulence, but she had a fear of and abiding distaste for the depths. When in them, the waves caused her stomach to clench with fear. Yes, it was much nicer to sit in the deep cushions of the round wicker chair - so very much like a nest. And the breeze coming through the room was just wonderful.
As she dreamily gazed at the water's surface in the distance, Aly suddenly saw something burst from the water. She was sure she hadn't see a bird dive for a fish anywhere near where the jet of water burst. Was that a bird she saw emerge from the spray? Surely it couldn't be. But yes. It must be some sort of bird because whatever it was kept rising as the water fell back to it's home. Aly had already been sitting straight, though more relaxed than when around anyone else. But now she was sitting straight like a tightly pulled guitar string about to pop. She felt enlivened and full of energy, too. She realized she was holding herself the way she'd been taught to do in ballet. Relaxed energy, erect and poised, straight and graceful. As she studied and watched the bird continue to rise, she giggled at herself and realized, with some pleasure, her dance studies really had some impact.
There was something strange about that bird, other than its unusual size. Aly thought it looked a bit deformed. She couldn't be sure because she wasn't even sure what kind of bird it was. But it looked as though it had some sort of growth or tumor on its back. Aly felt a pang of compassion in her gut for the pain that creature must feel with a growth of that size always present. She sent a prayer that the bird would arrive at its destination in safety no matter what.
© 2008-2012 Tori Gollihugh All Rights Reserved
Next Installment: TOMORROW! ^_^
I Heard About a Couple Marches A Couple of Times Today...
I heard about them from a friend and then via a blog I sometimes read. And I just feel compelled to write about it. Mostly in answer to those Mormons who would support the D.C. March. I mean, I could see supporting the one in SLC, but NOT the one in D.C.
So... here's what I have to say for anyone interested. :)
Gay people certainly deserve to be loved by any and every one, just as all of us do. This is not our reality because we live in a fallen world, of course. But I believe they (as all of us) DO deserve love, acceptance, and agency.
As Christians, we Mormons and other Christians, we are commanded to love everyone. Even those who practice a homosexual lifestyle!
I love them. I accept that their life choice to practice homosexuality IS their choice and an expression of their agency. I will not support (and we have been directed, I believe, of the Lord and our Leadership in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints that we should not support) their efforts to have their union legally qualified, declared, and made marriage. It is not. It is a union that is NOT sanctioned by God. There is no way to argue that it is if you believe in God, His Word, and modern-day revelation.
Whether anyone believes it or not, homosexuals ARE either born desiring those of their own gender OR come to know it during the period of sexual awakening in the tween or teen years. This happens without any thought on the matter whatsoever by those individuals. However, they use their agency to choose the Lord's Way or the way of the flesh. This is the same struggle (though more intense, surely) that most humans have in various forms. It is (surely among many difficulties they are here to overcome), a part of or the primary source of their "cross" to bear and their "natural man" to overcome.
If gay marriage is legalized across the board in our nation, one day the right of every worthy Mormon to worship in the Temple will be discontinued, at worst, and, at best, interrupted because it will be put in jeapardy by court proceedings originating within the homosexual community. Someone will desire to be sealed to their same-sex partner and push their marriage on the LDS Church and try to push it in to the Temple for the Sealing Ordinance.
This would interrupt every Mormon's ability and legally protected right to worship as we desire and have been commanded of the Lord to do. Thus, the reason we are directed that we must love our neighbor, but not necessarily encourage all his legal efforts toward having his or her union called the same (marriage) when it simply is not the same.
March for love, tolerance and agency (which, as I understand it was the purpose of the SLC March). NOT for equal marriage “rights” (as was the purpose of the D.C. march). Oh, DANGEROUS Doctrine!
So... here's what I have to say for anyone interested. :)
Gay people certainly deserve to be loved by any and every one, just as all of us do. This is not our reality because we live in a fallen world, of course. But I believe they (as all of us) DO deserve love, acceptance, and agency.
As Christians, we Mormons and other Christians, we are commanded to love everyone. Even those who practice a homosexual lifestyle!
I love them. I accept that their life choice to practice homosexuality IS their choice and an expression of their agency. I will not support (and we have been directed, I believe, of the Lord and our Leadership in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints that we should not support) their efforts to have their union legally qualified, declared, and made marriage. It is not. It is a union that is NOT sanctioned by God. There is no way to argue that it is if you believe in God, His Word, and modern-day revelation.
Whether anyone believes it or not, homosexuals ARE either born desiring those of their own gender OR come to know it during the period of sexual awakening in the tween or teen years. This happens without any thought on the matter whatsoever by those individuals. However, they use their agency to choose the Lord's Way or the way of the flesh. This is the same struggle (though more intense, surely) that most humans have in various forms. It is (surely among many difficulties they are here to overcome), a part of or the primary source of their "cross" to bear and their "natural man" to overcome.
If gay marriage is legalized across the board in our nation, one day the right of every worthy Mormon to worship in the Temple will be discontinued, at worst, and, at best, interrupted because it will be put in jeapardy by court proceedings originating within the homosexual community. Someone will desire to be sealed to their same-sex partner and push their marriage on the LDS Church and try to push it in to the Temple for the Sealing Ordinance.
This would interrupt every Mormon's ability and legally protected right to worship as we desire and have been commanded of the Lord to do. Thus, the reason we are directed that we must love our neighbor, but not necessarily encourage all his legal efforts toward having his or her union called the same (marriage) when it simply is not the same.
March for love, tolerance and agency (which, as I understand it was the purpose of the SLC March). NOT for equal marriage “rights” (as was the purpose of the D.C. march). Oh, DANGEROUS Doctrine!
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Monday, June 11, 2012
First Part of CHAPTER 1: Matt
MATTHIEL [pronounced Matt-high-EL]
Matthiel was excited about his first flight into the out-world. He had been training to be a sign spotter since he was 9 years old. He'd loved the training in the beginning, but after the first couple of years of it, he'd wanted to fly out and find signs himself. Now, at 14, he was a Junior on his first flight. He was far more excited than he'd expected he would feel.
Dio waited patiently as Matthiel climbed onto his back. The wandering albatross (Diomedea Exulans), Matt's acting patrol senior, was able to shape-shift into an albatross much larger than those typically seen in the out-world. But because they flew so high, Dio's size wasn't noticed much, if at all. A scrawny 14 year old harnessed and camouflaged on Dio's back would be barely noticeable from the ground. Once day in a few more years, Matt knew he would be allowed to use his shape-shifting ability to fly out and spot signs on his own. Until he was given leave and advanced to that station, he would simply have to accept his Junior position on his mentor's back. He was frustrated that he wasn't allowed to go out on his own now even though he'd been smoothly shifting for more than a year. It was almost unheard of to have such a strong gift at his age, but given his parentage, Matt thought his shifting ability should have been expected and plans for his education made accordingly. That's not how the Elders saw it, though.
As Matt waited for last-minute arrangements to be made, he shifted in his cocoon. The sack he was lying in was firmly attached to Dio's back and they'd made numerous test flights around the training house, but Matt just knew it was going to be different on his first trip into the out-world. Dio and other Spotters had told him stories about their journeys. Matt was excited and nervous all at once. He felt the moments move by as slowly as the flying snails flew. Yet, when the signal came to Matt and Dio that all was clear for takeoff, Matt felt as if he'd only been in the sack for a split second.
His parents were watching from the training grounds. He didn't know if they'd be able to see much since it was still pretty dark. The center sun wouldn't light thier land for another hour or more. Matt knew his classmates were anxious to hear about his first flight. They were especially excited because he was the first among them to begin training as a Spotter. As Matt felt Dio shift and move under him, Matt heard Dio in his heart-mind, "All snug?" Matt calmed his mind for reply, "Yes. Assuredly." Dio, with a smirk in his vibrations said to Matt's heart-mind, "No reason to get all formal, Matt of the Heel! We'll have a grand ol' time!"
© 2008-2012 Tori Gollihugh All Rights Reserved
NEXT installment... TOMORROW! ^_^
Matthiel was excited about his first flight into the out-world. He had been training to be a sign spotter since he was 9 years old. He'd loved the training in the beginning, but after the first couple of years of it, he'd wanted to fly out and find signs himself. Now, at 14, he was a Junior on his first flight. He was far more excited than he'd expected he would feel.
Dio waited patiently as Matthiel climbed onto his back. The wandering albatross (Diomedea Exulans), Matt's acting patrol senior, was able to shape-shift into an albatross much larger than those typically seen in the out-world. But because they flew so high, Dio's size wasn't noticed much, if at all. A scrawny 14 year old harnessed and camouflaged on Dio's back would be barely noticeable from the ground. Once day in a few more years, Matt knew he would be allowed to use his shape-shifting ability to fly out and spot signs on his own. Until he was given leave and advanced to that station, he would simply have to accept his Junior position on his mentor's back. He was frustrated that he wasn't allowed to go out on his own now even though he'd been smoothly shifting for more than a year. It was almost unheard of to have such a strong gift at his age, but given his parentage, Matt thought his shifting ability should have been expected and plans for his education made accordingly. That's not how the Elders saw it, though.
As Matt waited for last-minute arrangements to be made, he shifted in his cocoon. The sack he was lying in was firmly attached to Dio's back and they'd made numerous test flights around the training house, but Matt just knew it was going to be different on his first trip into the out-world. Dio and other Spotters had told him stories about their journeys. Matt was excited and nervous all at once. He felt the moments move by as slowly as the flying snails flew. Yet, when the signal came to Matt and Dio that all was clear for takeoff, Matt felt as if he'd only been in the sack for a split second.
His parents were watching from the training grounds. He didn't know if they'd be able to see much since it was still pretty dark. The center sun wouldn't light thier land for another hour or more. Matt knew his classmates were anxious to hear about his first flight. They were especially excited because he was the first among them to begin training as a Spotter. As Matt felt Dio shift and move under him, Matt heard Dio in his heart-mind, "All snug?" Matt calmed his mind for reply, "Yes. Assuredly." Dio, with a smirk in his vibrations said to Matt's heart-mind, "No reason to get all formal, Matt of the Heel! We'll have a grand ol' time!"
© 2008-2012 Tori Gollihugh All Rights Reserved
NEXT installment... TOMORROW! ^_^
Sunday, June 10, 2012
TWO of four birthdayS in ONE family
I'm planning to call and wish them each a HAPPY day, but wanted to publish our celebration of and love for your baby girls, Evelyn. HAPPY birthday to BOTH of them!! ^_^
Saturday, June 9, 2012
I'm Going to Begin Sharing
So, I've decided I'm going to begin sharing the story I've been working on for years. I'm only going to share a limited portion of it for free in hopes of getting you so interested that you'll want to buy installments... sorta like the old days when, say, Dickens was published however often he was published in the nickel (or penny?) magazines of the day.
The difference is, of course, my blog is the "magazine." I'm hoping to publish a Chapter each week, which will run (assuming I get to choose how much to charge on the sites through which I would market my story) 5¢. I think that's a SUPER good deal now-a-days, don't you??
Why a nickel? Nostalia maybe... Not that I was alive that long ago. BUT I do remember the day of under $1.00 for a gallon of gas. Doesn't THAT seem like ages ago?? ^_^ Anyway, I just think it would be neat to have it cost so little and (creating what I hope is a self-fulfilling prophecy now:) SUPER awesome to make money even though charging so little! ^_^ Wouldn't that just be so wonderful!??!!
Watch for it. First installment (FREE) coming SOON**!!!
**soon like tomorrow :)
The difference is, of course, my blog is the "magazine." I'm hoping to publish a Chapter each week, which will run (assuming I get to choose how much to charge on the sites through which I would market my story) 5¢. I think that's a SUPER good deal now-a-days, don't you??
Why a nickel? Nostalia maybe... Not that I was alive that long ago. BUT I do remember the day of under $1.00 for a gallon of gas. Doesn't THAT seem like ages ago?? ^_^ Anyway, I just think it would be neat to have it cost so little and (creating what I hope is a self-fulfilling prophecy now:) SUPER awesome to make money even though charging so little! ^_^ Wouldn't that just be so wonderful!??!!
Watch for it. First installment (FREE) coming SOON**!!!
**soon like tomorrow :)
Oh, and here's my Copyright Notice for this Blog and all Published herein:
© 2008-2012 Tori Gollihugh All Rights Reserved
^_^
Some of What I've Been Thinking Lately (THE MANDLEBROT SET)
Namaste
I've had a lot on my mind lately. I desire to share all of it, but will not. I'm a slow learner when it comes to trust. But I think I am finally beginning to understand some of the lessons I have been stuck in for these many years since I've been truly Converted to the Restored Gospel of Christ (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints). I'm sure there are others who must learn the lesson of trusting more... but mine has been to trust much more sparingly.
You see, "...the natural (wo)man is an enemy to God and has been since the fall of Adam..." (Mosiah 3:19). (I added the "wo," of course, to the man in the part of the verse I quoted.) My nature is to share everything REALLY openly and talk about whatever is being talked about REALLY freely. Some would say this is good, but you just don't know me if you say that... especially the me I used to be, which was WAY more OPEN than I have been for the last couple years. But even so, there is yet closing I need to do, which I find quite amazing, challenging and even difficult.
The train of thought on which I have done a great deal of pondering lately, which I desire to share now, is about thought. I'm pretty sure I've shared this video before. Make sure you skip to 2:20:38 and watch through 2:27:10. Only about 7 minutes to watch so that you may have your mind blown.... if you haven't seen it or heard of The Mandlebrot Set, that is.
I've had a lot on my mind lately. I desire to share all of it, but will not. I'm a slow learner when it comes to trust. But I think I am finally beginning to understand some of the lessons I have been stuck in for these many years since I've been truly Converted to the Restored Gospel of Christ (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints). I'm sure there are others who must learn the lesson of trusting more... but mine has been to trust much more sparingly.
You see, "...the natural (wo)man is an enemy to God and has been since the fall of Adam..." (Mosiah 3:19). (I added the "wo," of course, to the man in the part of the verse I quoted.) My nature is to share everything REALLY openly and talk about whatever is being talked about REALLY freely. Some would say this is good, but you just don't know me if you say that... especially the me I used to be, which was WAY more OPEN than I have been for the last couple years. But even so, there is yet closing I need to do, which I find quite amazing, challenging and even difficult.
The train of thought on which I have done a great deal of pondering lately, which I desire to share now, is about thought. I'm pretty sure I've shared this video before. Make sure you skip to 2:20:38 and watch through 2:27:10. Only about 7 minutes to watch so that you may have your mind blown.... if you haven't seen it or heard of The Mandlebrot Set, that is.
This brings me to, more specifically, the central focus of my own personal lesson on thoughts that has been emphasized by the Holy Spirit really recently. The following picture is a representation of Father God's lesson to me. This lesson is taught innumerable times throughout the Bible, The Book of Mormon, General Conference talks, and etc. This lesson is very important and I have not fully learned it because I have not successfully lived the lesson during the most difficult of times. I sure am striving, though. Fallin' flat on my face and getting up to try to make some forward progress.
And here are a couple links to Conference Talks that mention and/or focus on this idea of feeding or starving certain trains of thought:
We Are Doing a Great Work and Cannot Come Down by President Deiter F. Uchtdorf
Preparation Brings Blessings by President Thomas S. Monson
Of myself, I would like to be so much more specific and tell you a few stories to illustrate the lesson in my life! I feel specifically Led, however, that this lil' post is complete. How difficult for me to end here. Well, I hope you are lifted and feel encouraged and able to focus on feeding thoughts of Light, Good, and (most importantly) what God would for you!
Oh, and here's a blog post that struck a tremendous chord in me... her thoughts on thoughts are just what I needed the day I read 'em! ^_^
Sat Nam.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
a little swelling
by the end of the day I was stung BEFORE the day I almost died
by the end of the second day after the sting above
comparing stings - similar sting on the other arm a little later than the one above
this comparison is for stings that happened a time before the time I almost died
both instances in April 2012
So, I didn't take pictures of the stings and swelling I endured most recently. I was stung at least 8 times. Probably more like 10. A couple on my back, arms, leg, hands... thank goodness for veils! There were a number of bees trying to get at my face, for sure.
Apparently, I'm quite allergic to bee stings. So, after the last fiasco, I purchased a bee suit on the cheap. Hopefully I won't faint from overheating! It's a neoprene thing and you're supposed to check on bees in the hottest part of the day. Yeah, not a good combo... but hopefully better than the stings. Unfortunately, I will also be wearing boots and full gloves. I was so hoping to be able to right in there with the hive. But nope. Not for me, I suppose.
the above photos are from April 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Taste of Summer for Me
While I do know (Jessie told me) that FGT are normally FALL fare, I've only ever had them at the beginning of summer. So, they are the taste of summer for ME. :)
And YOU are SO blessed today because I'm going to share Jessie's recipe for FGT right here! ^_^
Fried Green Tomatoes
a 'la Chef Jessie
green tomatoes; cut into 1/2 inch slices
Club crackers (at least 1 box for about 6 med. sized tomatoes)
3 step breading:
flour in a dish
1:1 egg and flour in another dish
dish full of crushed Club crackers
Process:
-dip each slice of green tomato in flour
-dip the same slice in the egg wash
-place the same slice in the dish of Club cracker
-scoop the Club cracker crumbs on top of the slice and press
-repeat on the other side of the tomato
-place in 350 degree oil
-wait until the first side is golden brown
-flip and wait until the second side is golden brown
-remove to newsprint paper or paper towel or a cloth towel
Serve:
on a plate with salt
and/or Ranch Salad dressing
and/or BBQ sauce
YUM!
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Lately
My garden is growing! And oh, WHAT a joy!
(pictures from April 30)
Tea is actually in this picture, too. She's the one in orange. ;)
(pictures from April 30)
Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
THaNKFUL THURSDaY
I found this through someone on FB.
Homeschooingl is high on my list of things
for which I Am THANKFUL.
We do lots of outside school time.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Ria's Big Day is Coming Up
I finally got busy and started working on a few things for her Baptism.
This is especially up already for those of our family who will definitely not be able to make it.
We LOVE you!!!
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