To Be a Star Thrower

acrylic on canvas

Adapted version of The Star Thrower by Loren Eisely

An old man had a habit of early morning walks on the beach. One day, after a storm, he saw a human figure in the distance moving like a dancer. As he came closer he saw that it was a young woman and she was not dancing but was reaching down to the sand, picking up a starfish and very gently throwing them into the ocean.

“Young lady,” he asked, “Why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?”

“The sun is up, and the tide is going out, and if I do not throw them in they will die.”

“But young lady, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it? You cannot possibly make a difference.”

The young woman listened politely, paused and then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves, saying, “It made a difference for that one.”

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Every day, I try to make a positive difference; by offering a silly gesture to conjure a smile from my five-year-old son, by tossing an empty soda can into the recycle bin, by letting compassion rule out over anger, by telling my story — pouring out words born of heartbreak, empathy, passion, hope.

Sometimes the irresponsibility of others makes me question whether it is worth my time and effort to even try. Conditions aren’t always calm, shorelines aren’t always smooth. One must press on through dark and blustery environs, along sharp and fractured paths. It’s challenging to be a Star Thrower and perseverance is essential — because, be it in small ways or a big ways, Star Throwers make a difference.

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It Begins With A Scratch

Scratches on paper form letters.
Letters form words.
Words form ideas.
Ideas change the world.
– Kristin Tubb –

Many of my Facebook friends are participating in Thirty Days of Thankfulness – a challenge to celebrate the spirit of Thanksgiving by posting something, every day this month, for which they are grateful.  The above sentiment was posted earlier this week by Kristin Tubb, fellow supporter of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, brilliant author, and all around wonderful person (click her name and check out her website!).

Kristin’s post reminded me of something for which I’m thankful – writing.  I haven’t had made time for writing in quite awhile. It serves me much the same way running does; it is therapeutic, it is cleansing. And just as, in my own way, I am a runner, I am also a writer (feels weird to say that, but it’s true. Also, don’t judge me by my grammatical errors). 😉

I’ve missed writing and I want to get back into the routine of exercising that “muscle”. Besides, the only way to improve is through practice, right? I don’t expect that any idea I share on this blog will change the world, but if it plants a seed of inspiration for someone else… well, that’s a good thing. Thank you, Kristin, for the reminder and for the inspiration to get back to it!

For Those Who Fought and Bled

But fame is theirs – and future days
On pillar’d brass shall tell their praise;
Shall tell – when cold neglect is dead –
“These for their country fought and bled.”
– Philip Freneau –

I’ll Be Your Freak-a-zoid

Ancient artifacts recently exhumed from the bowels of our old entertainment center.

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