Searching for Treasure

Treasures

I had an hour to kill between meetings today so I decided to stop by our local flea market. It has been years since I have been to one!

This one is held every weekend and sells everything from tools to chickens. I was ambling down the rows of vendors, just fellow Americans selling their wares. I admit, I passed by most of the items without a glance.

I have no need for baby items, or hardware. Then I saw it! 

A book vendor! And it hit me, everything was important to someone. The items I thought were useless to me, at one time had some meaning and purpose in life to someone else. And they would again, brighten someone’s day. They just sat waiting for the right person to stroll by and take them home.

But Books are my life! I have always had a fondness for books. Being very ill when I was young, I spent many, many days lying around reading. I didn’t have the breath to do much more.

But through books I met my best friend, Trixie Belden. And every time I enter a bookstore I look for her. Of course I have the entire series and doubles and triples of some. But I still look. I would hate for Trixie to be left on a dusty shelf with strangers.

So I was rummaging through stacks of old children’s books. That’s what you gotta do, you can’t just LOOK. You have to dig to find treasure! So I moved books here and there, Lassie, the Hardy Boys, but no Trixie.

Although I was disappointed, I did come away with one treasure, The Rifleman. I didn’t even know they HAD books on the old western! I am off to cowboy world next week so I’ll take him with me.

I have always loved going to yard sales, thrift stores, and flea markets. You never know what you will find, but you need to slow down and take a look. Maybe you’ll run across an old friend who has been waiting for you.

For me, books have been an escape. They still are. But now, instead of reading about adventures, I create my own. Life is what we make of it. And if you aren’t happy, pick up a good book and escape. 

Rebel Writers

Writing is an all-consuming thing. When an idea comes to you, you have to let it out least it drive you mad.

I have recently dabbled in song writing, I look at a song as a tiny book. My “songs” are simple little things that seem to express what I can’t say.

I started a song writing group and am quite surprised how many of my author friends write songs as well!

It is never too late to try something new, step outside your box and LIVE. J

I shared a couple below and would love to hear your thoughts, or share your own songs!

If you wanna join Rebel Writers, all are welcome!

https://www.facebook.com/groups/garebelwriters

Summer Heat

©Lynn Hubbard

Dark room at night

It’s as hot as hell

No relief in sight

It’s like I’m under a spell

Your burning touch

Sets me on fire

My emotions are too much

To curb my desire

Matching your thrust

Pound for pound

I know I shouldn’t trust

But my heart is bound

But I have needs

That need filling

And you have greed

Deep in your soul

It might be wrong

This summer heat

But I am strong

And you will burn

Ice On The Bridge

© Lynn Hubbard

Winter is Coming

I can feel the cold

Seeping into my chest

I’m feeling so old

Many Years have passed

Since I have felt warmth

Our hearts have parted

Now I’m trapped in a storm

Ice on the Bridge

Spinning out of control

Life is passing fast

Should I stay or go?

Memories of my past

Keep my feet planted here

But my soul yearns for more

It is the future that I fear

Life is a wild ride

Set yourself free

No one can choose for you

Open your eyes and see

Nine toes out that door

 ©Lynn Hubbard

I thought we had it all

Our souls just clicked

But I'm not gonna fall 

For that same old trick 

Now all I've got is time

You may not be rich

But I don't give a dime

And I'm not a witch

Slammed doors can reopen

Broken hearts can mend

You think you have broke me?

Well Honey, I will bend.

I know I should just go

I have nine toes out that door

I just need one more step

Then it's never more

You're running out of time

It's your loss not mine

I have nine toes out that door

And now I'm gone!!

My inspirational take on the Revolution.

What Is Love?

What Is Love?

Love should make you happy, stronger, better. 

As a Romance Author, I ponder this frequently. As a woman I have doubts. 

I mean Love is supposed to be eternal right? Everlasting, but it doesn’t always. 

That is one reason I started writing, I was in a difficult relationship and I needed to control something. I wanted happiness. So I created it on paper. I wrote perfect relationships, one after another. I wanted a happy ending, at least for my characters, if not for myself. 

I finally moved on and began structuring my life so that there was no room for anyone else. I spent my days with my own family, traveling, seeking the next adventure. And I was happy and I thought I was complete. 

But I have realized that something is still missing. 

As humans we all crave affection, that simple hug from a friend or even a handshake from a stranger. Something that tethers us to reality and lets us know that we are still alive. 

There are different kinds of love, I love my kids unconditionally. They could never do anything to make me stop loving them. And they love me back, in their own grumpy ways. 

Other types of love are more difficult. Mystical maybe. Like a Unicorn. You want to believe in it, but you aren’t sure if it really exists or not.

 

But I am a writer, writers dream, and writers believe in all sorts of silly things. Like unicorns, time travel, vampires, Santa Claus, so why not Love?

I think people use the term love too loosely. And that has weakened it. Perhaps that is what confuses me.

 

Love is more than a word. It is a feeling, it is pure emotion. 

Love should not take away from who you are, but to build upon you, to enhance you.

When loving someone, you want the very best for them. You encourage them, and support them, no matter how crazy their dream is. It is their dream and not yours.

I am a big believer in fate. And that all of our trials and tribulations that we pass, build upon us and make us stronger. 

To me, Love is a living breathing thing. Once found it has be nurtured and cared for; least it may die. 

Love should make you happy, stronger, better. 

And if you are looking for LOVE, try Virginia. 

www.lynnhubbard.com

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The Patriot Guard Riders

I was sitting at my computer and checked my email with a click. My heart feels heavy as I see the PGR request. Another soldier has fallen and the Patriot Guard Riders are on their way.

Photo by Gary Adams, GA PGR

Who is the PGR? They are a nameless bunch, never asking for any reprieve or reward. I’m sure you’ve seen them though on TV or at a grave. They are the ones, standing watch while our flag waves. The Patroit Guard Riders volunteer their time. They ride shotgun for our soldiers, fireman and police when they are called from this earth. They dedicate their time protecting the families from spite. And they are there to show support and display their quiet might.

There motto is: Standing for those who stood for us. And they proudly do!

I was lucky enough to meet these giving souls on better terms than most. We are working on a way to spread the word. A country group has sung a song to aid in this quest. Alias, Smith & Owens sing so our soldiers may rest. They may lie in peace, knowing that their loved ones can grieve without reprieve.

They protect our soldiers honor while they travel on their way. They may look intimidating with their bikes and leather boots. But let me tell you, their hearts are filled with gold as they try to spread the truth.

So together we wanted to introduce you to the group. And if you are interested in riding, or just holding a flag; sign up or donate to help them on their way.

A little something that popped into my mind,

And So They Came

By Lynn Hubbard

A soldier has fallen, a life was lost. And so they came. One by one they suited up in black, red, white & blue. Their badges of courage sewed to their vest gives meaning to it all. Their flags proudly flowing in the breeze as they rumble down the road. Men and women, road weary and brave to guide the fallen home. Some live close, some live far but they all hear the call. Another brother has lost the fight, so come lead the way. They die too young, some say as tears moisten their eyes. Their dark shades hide the grief they have buried deep inside. Those that live never forget what they gave for us to be free. For there always is a price, freedom isn’t free.

Patriot Guard Riders-National http://www.patriotguard.org/

Georgia PGR Website http://www.pgrofga.com/

Alias, Smith & Owens Website http://aliassmithandowens.com/

Get the song at Amazon, all proceeds will benefit the PGR Missions.

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Captured By Love

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