One Thousand Posts


Yesterday I shattered the 1,000 posts barrier! Wahoo! Can you believe it? I don’t normally share about stats, but this is one I am very happy about. Why so many posts, and why write so much? I just love to write, and I’m very blessed that someone out there enjoys reading it, so thank you!

In the beginning I wrote a lot more fiction, primarily about First Nations/Native American people. I love writing historical fiction this way, but the focus of the blog changed and I began writing more poetry.  For some wonderful fiction (as I pat myself on the back) you can search under some of the people’s names I created, such as Thunder Speaking, Cricket in the Meadow, Sky, Talking Eagle, and many more.

I also wrote some fiction that is more contemporary, including “The Escape” series which had a sailing theme. But I also learned how to keep fiction short, and some of my favorites are “Popcorn and Tattoos”, and “Friends”.

I’d also like to mention “The Last People on Planet Earth” series, which I think is my favorite. It was difficult to put into a blog format though, and really needs to be a book.

And I love your work! That’s another reason I keep going. You are wonderful artists, photographers and writers.

Thanks for reading, and I will keep writing, especially poetry.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Creative Heart


The creative heart usually gets crushed

dreams broken, not really feeling like the sun

illumination defused into a million pieces.

Yet somehow we always manage to turn

ourselves into a brilliant phoenix reborn

life from the ruins, colors again

becoming an intense beauty

shining into our art, and writing.

This always amazes me.

Our hearts, our souls,

on fire.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Thoughts about Awards

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My first thought is thank you! To all those who have nominated me in the past and more recently, I am deeply honored, and blessed. I tell My Love all the time, how awesome you are.

When I first started blogging I did not accept awards. Then I thought I would try it, in order to enjoy the interaction, and to be mutually encouraging to one another. However, I have come full circle now, and have decided to have an award free blog once again. It wasn’t an easy decision.

To be honest, I have a limited time for blogging, and I want to concentrate on my work, in order to produce the highest quality possible. I have several projects that I am spending more time on, including the “Escape” series.

I have received so much encouragement, simply from you reading what I write, clicking the like button, and making occasional comments. I love that we can encourage each other in this way!

I write a lot of comments. I love commenting on your work. Not only do I love your work, I think it’s important to pay back some of the wonderful encouragement I have received.

Peace to everyone, and thank you again.


P.S. We had a great time at the beach today! The weather is excellent, and the waves are amazing. My Love and I went for a walk last night, as the sun was going down. What could be better?

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Blessings to everyone!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Creative Free Style Writing

oak tree and field

I was recently given the challenge of creative writing free style, by Laine Anne Theodore over at Please check out her beautiful writing. I had fun doing this but I am not a speed typer so that was the challenging part.

Here is how it works: You open a blank Word document, and set a timer for 5 or 10 minutes. There is a topic given at the bottom of the post but don’t go there until you are ready to type. Fill in the Word document as much as you want, until the timer goes off. Post the results (including how many words you typed) and nominate other bloggers.

Ok so here is the topic I wrote about:

You are speaking to a group of young adults at a writer’s workshop. Share with them what writing means to you, and any advice you have that may encourage them to follow their own dreams as writers.

creative writing

So here it goes!

I once heard someone say that writing is life – well it isn’t. Writing is a creative form that expresses much of who you are but it does not define you as a person. It is certainly an opportunity for you to share part of who you are. Art in general is that wonderful expression, of a small piece of who you are as a person. You are an incredible force that has many parts, many beautiful elements.

Express yourself. This will include emotions, and in many ways your writing will need emotions. But there is also the intellect, your mind. Your creative self must be able to think, to dream dreams no one else has ever even thought of. An extreme example of this is science fiction, but even with romance writing you need to think, not just rely on emotions. I believe creative writing involves the intellect a great deal.

You are also a spiritual person. This is the unseen world, which can often overlap, or involve the other two areas I’ve mentioned. For instance where do dreams come from? Is only your mind involved? You can sense and see things which are under the surface, not visible to the human eye. Even if you do not have a particular religion you are still a spiritual person.

If you combine these three areas of emotions, intellect, and the spiritual, in your writing – your writing will come out beautifully.

This was 239 words.

I don’t know alot of bloggers that would do this, that haven’t already – so anyone can try it. Let me know if you do!

I do have one person in mind: Sibella over at Arts and Rymes. Sibella is an artist promoting love for other people and other cultures through her paintings. And that’s only one project she has! Sibella (and anyone else) your topic is all the way at the bottom, past the credits. So don’t scroll down until you are ready.

writing thank you

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

topic: Under the Oak Tree (like the picture above)


via flicker

If I had a language, and a culture,

like the first people,

I would hold on to them,

close to my heart,

holding on with an iron grip,

and I would spend time,

with brothers and sisters, and cousins,

dancing, singing, feasting,

enjoying the creation, the life.

And if someone took,

my brothers, and sisters, and cousins,

from me, I would be angry,

if someone took my language,

my culture,

then and nowwho I am as a person,

away from me,

I would be angry,

if someone cut my hair,

cut off all our hair,

and threw it in the trash,

so we could look white,

I would be angry,

if someone put us in a school,

to practice being Christians,

to learn how to be white,

I would be angry.

Somehow though,girls in school

in order to survive,

I would have to let it go,

Somehow, I don’t know how,

but somehow,

I would have to learn,

how to forgive,


Like Albert White Hat said,

“otherwise it will kill you”.

Forgive, somehow,

then I can be a real person, once again.

albert white hat

Note: This poem is about history, and in particular the boarding schools our nation forced First Nations people to go to. It was difficult to write.

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

top image from pinterest, additional images from google

Dreamwalker III – Singapore

singapore in blue


James Dreamwalker was sitting in the tea room, of the Palace Hotel, sipping some of the best Chinese tea he had ever had. His phone beeped again with another email. It was Linda again, her message, was “How was your day sweetheart?”. The truth was, he needed some space. He didn’t want to answer her right now. She was rushing it for sure. They had gone out 5-6 times, and had even gotten physical, but she equated that, and everything else, to getting married. He liked her, but did he love her? He was glad he was in Singapore! And besides all that she was….well she was….so religious!

He needed time to think, but being in Singapore was not exactly a vacation. He was working 10-12 hour days helping the company office set up their software. A few minutes later he was enjoying the Dim Sum, when his phone rang. It was the office, and in particular, it was Paul in a panicked voice, “James we need you to come back to the office, right away!” “The spreadsheet software is not responding!”. He told Paul to calm down, and he would be there in a few minutes. He lied. He had every intention of finishing this wonderful meal, and then he would go to the office again.

The next morning his phone woke him up, promptly at 7:00am. He was not ready to wake up, and the luxury of the 5 Star hotel bed, held him there, a sleeping captive. He did manage to reach for the phone. It was his friend Standing Bear! He hoped nobody had died. “Hello!” he said. “James, what in the world are you doing?” was the response. “Whaa?” “James, listen Linda just called me in tears because you have not answered her emails in two days!” “What is wrong with you?!” “I….I…I’m not sure I love her”. There, it was out now. “Ok, well I don’t know about all that, but at least treat her like a human being.”

He was right. His best friend, and the spiritual leader of his people, knew what he was talking about, especially this time. After he hung up with Standing Bear, he dialed Linda. He apologized before even saying hello. She had been crying, and he could tell. She loved him for sure, he heard it in her voice. Wasn’t it too soon? Did they really know each other? She told him to come home soon, he smiled, and began to soften. When he hung up with her, he knew one thing for sure.

He had been holding back. It wasn’t Linda with the problem. It was him, he was afraid of commitment, with her, with anybody. As he looked in the mirror to brush his teeth, he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt…….without question……that he was an idiot.

 mexican woman

To be continued!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

Dating with Allergies – Conclusion



The next morning he was surprised when his phone rang. It was Susan, and she started with, “I’m so sorry about last night!” He apologized too, and said it was his fault. “No, I forgot to tell you!”, she apologized again. She asked if she could come over. “I have a surprise for you!” She sounded excited about it, so he said to give him half an hour and he would be ready.

When she rang the bell thirty minutes later, she presented him with a beautiful coffee cake, and said “Ready for breakfast?!” The smell of the cake was intoxicating. He invited her into the kitchen, but started getting a strange itching feeling in his eyes. When he reached in the cupboard, for some plates, the idea came to him. “Can you tell me the ingredients of the cake?” She went down the list, and when she got to – peanuts he yelled, “I’m allergic!” In addition to the itching eyes, he started having a wheezing sound coming from his chest. Susan was horrified. “Should I call for help?!”

He told her no, but she needed to take the cake outside. Tears were streaming down her face, as she took the cake and ran out of the house. It was another disaster.

He had an idea later that day. It was risky, but he decided to go for it. When he called her up, he could tell she had been crying. He apologized for not telling her about his allergy. It had never crossed his mind. And he said, “I have an idea”, “Yes?” Her voice sounded hopeful. “Why don’t we go out for coffee?” When she said ok, he told her to bring a notebook, and a pen. She sounded surprised but said she would.

When they sat in the coffee shop together, they were smiling now. He said they should make a list of everything they were allergic to and then give their list to the other person. She looked at him with her eyes sparkling. A man could get lost in those eyes, and he began drifting off to another world. He could think of nothing else…. but her….


Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

Blessings and Peace to Everyone!

Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada
Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada

Wishing everyone blessings and peace this holiday season! May you overflow with love and joy in the upcoming year!

I also want to thank everyone for being part of this blog. You inspire me, encourage me, and make my spirit soar! I look forward to writing more fiction and poetry. Thank you for reading my work and for all of your comments!

I look forward to reading and seeing your work. Your art, photography, and writing are just amazing! You give me wings to fly high, up into the clouds. You rock!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Dove of Peace

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree






Buffalo in the New Earth



Some say the buffalo will return,

when this world passes away,

and the new one is born.

I don’t know if electricity will ever die,

but if it does I will mourn,

the loss of art, music, chatting with friends,

and sharing poetry.

But you cannot mistreat this earth

the way we have,

you cannot have cruelty,

the way we have,

without repercussions.

Noah learned that,

and took some action.

If the buffalo do return,

I will be ready, with my recurve bow,

a stockpile of paper,

and some good writing pens.

Lara Croft Recurve Bow - Courtesy Etsy
Lara Croft Recurve Bow – Courtesy Etsy

Pottery Barn Saddle Leather Journal
Pottery Barn Saddle Leather Journal

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree




One river with different streams,

occasionally writing with a broken faucet,

waving your hand but the sensor

not responding, knowing the water is there.

Thinking and praying about inspiration,

What was his heart saying?

Wilderness, nature with colors,

Native Americans coming alive,

the beauty of culture,

loving the people. Horses.

Culture always speaking with gold,

from around the world. Asia, Africa.

And love. His wife the librarian,

an endless resource, a river

herself, sparkling with diamonds.

Faith is important to him, but that’s not why he writes,

too many crusaders, outside with banners waving,

he did not want that,

no preaching, but painting,

something beautiful. Colors.


   Edouard Manet 1882
Edouard Manet 1882




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