I often wonder what goes through a dog’s mind when it is left on the door stoop, especially after it has watched the moving truck come and go. You may say that this would never happen, but it does happen in one way or another, for one reason or another, way too often.

Ode to the Abandoned Dog … (Praise to the Shelter Volunteer)

© By Patricia L. Atchison, September 2012

Dog Sleeping in a shedThey abandoned me
I know not why
Here I sit on my porch and cry.

The neighbours they just look
And shake their heads
Inside they go to their warm feather beds.

The day turns to night
I shiver and shiver
The moon comes out, but it’s just a sliver.

No need to bay
I’ve got their attention
It’s so cold out my cries reach perfection.

Men approach me
I’ve had enough
I bark and snarl as they grab me by the scruff.

I try to act tough
But as I’m tossed into a dark crate
I push my nose against the small grate.

Lights and strange noises
Pass before my eye
I shrink inside the shadows, afraid I might die.

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I wrote this story a few years ago when my Mother-In-Law passed away. This is dedicated to all the marriages that are held together by vows witnessed by clergy, family and friends. Warning – you may need a hanky or two. Enjoy…

Wedding Vows

"Till Death Do Us Part"

Roy leaned forward in his chair to move the sugar bowl closer to Margaret. Her unsteady hand clasped the spoon at the side of her plate. Roy diverted his attention to the plate of vegetables, beef and gravy in front of him. He knew it annoyed her when he stared at her, assessing her dwindling motion every day. He risked a peek and saw her dump a few granules of sugar into her tea. The rest of the spoonful lay like a stream of white sand across the black table.

He opened his mouth, but his wife of sixty-two years knew what he was about to say.

“I’ve enough. Thanks.”

“Of course.” Roy grinned.

“Don’t you get cheeky with me,” Margaret warned.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Dear.” Roy winked. He patted Maggie on her bony shoulder as he picked up her still-full plate. Maggie didn’t eat much these days.

“Do you need anything right now?” Roy asked, setting the dish into the sink. He’d clean up the rest of the dinner dishes later, after she dosed off.

“I’m fine.”

Roy chuckled, “I didn’t ask how you were. I asked if you needed anything.”

Her tinkling reply of laughter reminded him of a memory from their wedding day. She had joked a few days before the ceremony about the ‘for better or for worse’ vow that the priest would say.

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I wrote this story, Awakened By Silence as an ACROSTIC STORY, which is a story arranged alphabetically, twenty-six sentences, starting with the letter A and ending with the letter Z. A story written in this way must tell a complete story. Enjoy…

Guide dogAwakened by silence, Jodie wondered why no sound came from the television. By now she should have been warned by the automatic alarm. Calmly she reached for her cane.

“Dusty, where are you boy?”

Edging off the recliner, Jodie moved the cane from side to side and crossed the living room. Fear was something she wouldn’t give into, until she heard a noise that made her neck hairs raise.

Growling from the hallway meant her guide-dog, Dusty was on guard duty.

“Hey boy, what is it?”

Intense images floated across her mind like a slide show. Just like the stories you hear on the news, Jodie felt scared, as she didn’t want to become another statistic.

Knocking her cane against the wall, Jodie made her way toward the dog. Leopard-like she moved cautiously, careful not to trip over Dusty, even though she knew he’d have moved long before she was ever in any danger.

Maybe it’s nothing, the common sense side of her brain kicked into overdrive, thinking logically. Needless worry, that’s all. Over confident now, she stopped at the front door. Patting the air around her thighs, she at last made contact with her canine companion.

“Quiet now Dusty!”

Reacting to the command, the dog whined one last time, and then remained silent. Seizing courage, Jodie yelled, “Is anyone there?”

“Thank God you’re alright. Undo the lock Jodie and let your dear Mother in, as I bet you didn’t even know there was a power outage in this area.”

Various thoughts passed through Jodie’s mind, while she unlatched the door and opened it.

“Wipe that look off your face and let me pass. X-ray vision is what that dog needs instead of snarling behind the door. You should have heard him growl at me as if I were a total stranger.”

Zany with emotion, Jodie dropped to her knees and whispered into Dusty’s ear, “You should’ve bit her when I opened the door.”

© Patricia L. Atchison, 2003

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Here’s a funny April Fool’s story I wrote a  few years ago. I like to share it each year on April Fool’s Day. Here’s the link: What’s In A Name

Enjoy!

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WritingI’ve met a wise health professional who shares small bits of wisdom every time I see him. His kindest words to me were that I think from my heart, and not from my mind (like most people). This kind of thinking is good, because I have an open and loving heart; I take in other people’s considerations (most times) before my own. I am a caring individual. Thinking with the heart has its drawbacks, because in some cases I can’t be objective, because I am ‘feeling’ rather than ‘thinking’ and this lends itself to emotional upheaval, which leads to health issues, tension, and stress.

He suggests that I am a magnet for others emotions and it is true, I do tend to pick up on  people’s vibrations and energy. The trick for me is trying to find a balance between what my mind is telling me, what my body knows to be true and what my spirit needs – all with the need to reduce stress – either fabricated or real.

My writing has always been a resource for myself to let go. The journal writing I do allows me to take a look at my inner self. Similar to this piece of writing, putting thoughts on paper is a way to let my mind relax, and unload some stress. My spirit has come to expect writing time and if I get caught up in ‘life’ and don’t give myself time to write my thoughts, then I get stressed out and health issues surface.

My friend also suggests that getting caught up in ‘life’ is not the stressful situations that the mind creates, but rather getting caught up in ‘life’ should be the fun things we do, the ways of expressing ourselves, whether it is through laughter, dance, song, creativity and just enjoying activities with family and friends and interacting with nature.

Celebrating by giving spirit what it wants is also part of ‘life’. If we allow spirit to soar and dance, we can appreciate that which life gives us with joy and little stress. Taking care of spirit is unique to each individual. It is important in today’s high-action, fast-paced world that we can differentiate between what our minds fabricate and what our spirit really requires.

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The Penguins are coming to the Calgary Zoo. The last time I saw penguins in real life was at the Montréal Biodôme. It was quite an experience. When I wrote the book Little Blue

Little Blue Penguin Children's Book

Little Blue Penguin by Patricia L. Atchison

Penguin, I never knew that a few years later, I’d have the privilege of seeing penguins once more so close to home.

Although the Calgary Zoo’s Penguin Plunge exhibit (opening February 17, 2012) won’t have the Little Blue or Fairy Penguins that my book is related to, they will have four species from the penguin family including: Humboldt, Gentoo, Rockhopper and Kings. Two, the Rockhopper and Gentoo face serious challenges in the wild with declining populations.

To welcome these special guests, the Calgary Zoo created a Polar Paradise, where as soon as you enter the new exhibit, you will feel a blast of cold air, with the indoor temperature being 7 degrees (45F), which in the middle of the hot summer will feel great! Visitors are surrounded by the playful and energetic penguins within their rocky outcroppings and cold water. The exhibit features holes in the ice where penguins can swim through and a surface where they can waddle with ease. The ice and rock formations provide a natural habitat, while flickering lights of the Aurora Australis create a mood that visitors will be equally impressed with.

The ultimate goal of the Calgary Zoo is, “To leave visitors with a love of penguins and the inspiration and knowledge to do what they can to help them. Interacting with the animals, showcasing their natural habitat and sharing the challenges penguins currently face are all part of the plan for the facility.

Fairy Penguin Copyright iStockphoto / Sky Creative

Fairy Penguin, photo credit Copyright iStockphoto / Sky Creative

When I wrote Little Blue Penguin, about a penguin ‘stuffie’ who co-incidentally gets lost at the zoo, I never thought that the Calgary Zoo would one day be hosting penguins. Not one of the four featured at the zoo, another species of penguin is the ‘Little Penguin (Eudyptula minor)’ or ‘Fairy Penguins’. This breed is the smallest species of penguin. They grow to 40 centimeters (about 16 to 17 inches) tall and weigh around 1 kilogram (2.2 pounds). They are found in the Sub-Antarctic regions south of New Zealand. Also called ‘Little Blues’, these small burrow-nesting birds have indigo-blue and slate-grey coloured feathers.

The Little Blue Penguin book is about a favourite stuffie friend to a little girl named Becky. Little Blue Penguin’s emotions shine colourfully when a journey from the toy store takes him to a new home and into Becky’s arms. His world is happy and loving until an outing at the zoo finds him lost and alone. As Little Blue Penguin faces different emotions, he shines different colours, thus allowing the reader to learn their colours.
For ages two and up, this book has become a favourite amongst playschool-aged children and is a good night-time read.

Be sure to visit the Calgary Zoo’s Penguin Plunge and see penguins in action as they play and entertain throughout the day. If you are looking for an entertaining children’s picture book be sure to visit Wood Lily Publishers for more information.

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With the ocean as my viewPoem about life titled Pondering
I ponder life with renew
The pleasures it has brought
The pain it has wrought

The times of sorrow and dismay
A life of play

Gentle breeze tickles my legs
The ocean crashing its waves
Changes occurring each second
The memories they beckon

This time to ponder and reflect
Of life and all its effect
The joys, the sorrows,
The ups and downs

My life today is not a frown
More a smile wide and reaching
Of the view that’s life teaching

Me to be aware
Of life’s pleasure as I stare
With the ocean as my view
I ponder life with renew.

© December 29, 2011, Patricia L. Atchison

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While I was in Maui, I did some journal writing. Enjoy!

Today I am the explorer seeing a different life, wanting to spread my wings and fly over the ocean. Today I shall be a seagull allowing the wind to push and shove me over the tides. My eyes scan the water for morsels of food. I am drawn to the motion and the treasures galore that the water of earth sends to shore. Each churning wave ruffles the sands of time allowing new treasure to be unearthed.

Lava rock beach in Hana MauiI am the water now, full of energy and a force to be reckoned with. Surging with life, I follow the rhythm of wind and earth shuddering great waves of energy. Flowing tides speak language centuries old, cutting a path of least resistance, breaking down lava that stands in my way. I can be calm, but for now I have power. I am strong, relentless, changing with each moment, churning, rushing, rising, crashing, and slashing. I am the water, the ocean.

The two meld, the seagull and the waves. Each giving and taking life, following the natural rhythm of nature. It’s perfect, being an explorer. (December 29, 2011)

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A heartwarming children’s story by Patricia L. Atchison (ages 8 & up)

Dr. Peterson reached for a small plastic heart mounted on a rod stuck in a piece of faded chipboard. He bumped it. The heart fell off its perch and skidded across the desk dropping onto Laura’s lap.

“Ugh!” She stared at the cold plastic, seeing her own heart beating instead and shoved it away.

The doctor caught the fake heart just before it touched the floor. He set it back on the desk and pressed a button on the side of it. It snapped open, showing several red and blue colored valves inside. Dr. Peterson pointed to a blue tube in the middle of the heart.

“You had an operation to fix this valve when you were a baby. Now you’re ten, your heart works really hard as you grow older. We have to do the operation again because your heart isn’t working properly.”

Spittle flew from the doctor’s mouth. Laura watched it splash onto the desk. He rambled on explaining what would happen to Laura once they traveled to the children’s hospital in Toronto. Ignoring Dr. Peterson, she grabbed Mom’s hand, squeezing it. Mom sniffed, smiling at her. Continue reading

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What Do Teens Look For In A Good Book?

In my blog, aboutwritingandpublishing, I recently wrote about using profanity in stories. I have a moral obligation to my readers, especially when they are young adults and teens, to the type of writing I present to this age group. I have always been in conflict when presenting topics, themes and types of genres to young adults – say ages fifteen and up. Sometimes I think authors candy-coat social situations and issues that happen daily in real life. We present ‘good’ stories, with a hint of sadness.

Are we doing a disservice to the young adult reader, or are we presenting them with a world that although hints at tragedy, still provides a safe haven, which ultimately is a relief from the hardships they face on a day-to-day basis. They can escape to the character’s world, get bashed, scraped and bruised, but not feel the true pain that accosts some of them every day in their lives.

I guess if an author wants to write a ‘real-life’ story that includes profanity, terrible social issues such as abuse, rape, bullying, gangs and drugs, which includes teen characters, then this type of publication could always be destined for the adult market. This becomes a safety net for both the author and publisher, because even though many teens do turn to adult novels because they provide the realism of a true-life story, there are no implications to those who produced it.

I haven’t read many e-books yet to see if there have been changes in the writing of books for young adults and teens. A lot of e-books are self-published, so if there is no ‘corporate’ publisher to set rules and guidelines, then anything could be a go, depending on who is publishing the story and how they are marketing it.

It would be interesting to hear thoughts from young adults and teens on what they are looking for in books, as to what seems real-life and what is too candy-coated for their own good. Do they mind profanity when it enhances or goes along with real-life issues and situations?

I recently read a quote on a blog (sorry wish I had a name), that suggests as teens we want to be adults and hear, do and see adult things, and when we reach adulthood, we want to go back to the innocent days of childhood and make everything rosy and sweet again. If only… My challenging moral obligation continues to do what I have to, to protect the innocence of youth while continuing to provide a great ‘real’ story. (I welcome your thoughts, comments and suggestions.)

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