Final, blog...

The semester has been something else.  I'm truly going to miss this class...  The people, the crafts, the writing, and of course the laughs.  I will miss it all.

1.   Throughout the semester we have been able to experience several different forms of writing.  Poetry, simple stories, rhymes.  We would base them off different things like pictures, paintings or memories, even food at one point.  We would write stories based upon the seasons in our journals and on our blog.  Sometimes we had a part II to our assignments of reading our classmate's work,  then commenting on each work and summarizing on our page what we read in our peer's writings.  
2. I always found it wonderful to read work done by Laura Payne and both Taylor Marshal and Denton.  Marshal was always very fascinating to read because of her strong and loud opinions. She wasn't afraid to put out there what she believed.  Payne had a very sweet constancy that always was refreshing and smooth.  Denton managed to be the most whimsical writer I read while we were in this class, using excellent vocabulary and heavy description, I was always able to see her writing.
3. I set up my blog originally very plain.  I got bored with it fast.  I changed it to an autumn color up until Halloween, then updated it for the season.  Afterwards I changed it back to red, different though, it's a bit richer now.  The name Active Dreamer wasn't really inspired, it just sorta popped into my head one day, so I wrote it down.
4. As far is journaling goes, I don't know how into it I was or will be in the future, I have premature carpel tunnel an my right wrist so writing by hand is really annoying.  When I do journal, it's usually pretty personal, so I'd prefer no one else see.

5. A Mother's Love

   I walk in my home,
   Just saw my horse,
   Exhausting day working the play,
   My mother greets me with love.
   
   The love I'm greeted with is not just a hug,
   its also the smells in the air,
   Potato Leek Soup,
   My favorite.
   
   The aroma of soy sauce and cream,
   Pepper and Leeks
   And of course Potatoes,
   Dance through the air.
   
   As the soup simmers,
   I hear the mixer,
   Beating a batter,
   As bananas join the mix.
   
   My two favorite foods,
   Banana bread,
   Potato Leek soup,
   All I needed now was apple cider.
   
   My mother is very loving,
   she shows it in many ways,
   her cooking is just one of the few,
   I wish I could show her too,
   Just how thankful I am,
   And that I love her too.
6. Brizo
   A Shepard's Dog.
   
   
   
   
   
   A scruffy face and smiling eyes,
   Gentle and loyal,
   He's young, but looks so wise.
   Quick to act and slow to anger
   
   
   His ears are long
   His nose is busy,
   He'll love you till he's gone
   Or till his face is grey
   
   
   He may not be big,
   Though his heart is,
   He'll follow you forever.

   
   

   To the ends of the earth,

   Till the end of time,

   He'll be by your side,
   
   
   
7. I love doing creative writing in my spare time, I've been working on a novel that I plan to publish in the future.  I like to use it as an escape sometimes of what I wish my life could be like.
8. This semester has been a pleasure, I've loved getting to know some of you, others I wish I could have gotten to know better.  You're a good group.  It's sad we won't be all together again in the same class.  I hope our paths will cross again one day.  Bless you all and have a Merry Christmas.