Pausing to Reflect

Today it seems appropriate to give thanks, for no special reason.

IMG_0452From my window, my deck, I see forever and today.

I hear the sounds of life all about: hens squawking, roosters proclaiming hegemony, birds, the soft nickers of Mr Bob, Pavarotti serenading MiniMe and Tom who remain unimpressed.


IMG_1036Flowers bloom in pots, swaying in the breeze. Below, tomatoes, peppers, lettuce, scallions provide a healthy feast for every single meal.
Little Miss is curled at my feet, enjoying the cool. BlueBird woos GreenBird while NewBird chitters with disdain.
I have a new story to tell and readers who “listen”.




283404_481030138597365_658008349_nI have all I need, but not all I want…

I want peace in a world insane with power.

I want people to feel free to love and be with whom they will, without prejudice and without fear.

I want our children housed and fed and educated to live in this world, able to reach their full potential.

I want those weakest, our most vulnerable, to be first, in our thoughts and in our actions, using all the resources at our disposal.


10374925_777566738943702_1606538213902921343_nI want corporations accountable for their actions.

I want all of us accountable to each other.

About Nya Rawlyns

Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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