Favorite Saying ~ JusJoJan 2026

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FROM LINDA:

“Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 17th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “favorite saying.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

After you’ve written your Saturday post tomorrow, please link it here at this week’s prompt page and check to make sure it’s here in the comments so others can find it and see your awesome post. Anyone can join in!”

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My favorite saying is Psalm 46:10: “Be still, and know that I am God!” (to which I add, “Trust & Believe!”)

~ Cale

Philosophy~ JusJoJan the 16th, 2026

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FROM LINDA:

It’s January 16th, and time for the 16th daily prompt for Just Jot it January 2026. Our prompt today is brought to us by the spectacular Sadje. Thank you, Sadje! Please be sure to visit Sadje’s blog to read her posts and say hello. 

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 16th, 2026 is “philosophy.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

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Now, I can’t say I’ve heard this straight from the bird’s beak (not even a wize owl’s), but my observation is that crows have a philosophy:

“Don’t let winter stop you from getting down there on the square and picking at whatever treats might be found between chill green grass blades!  Picnickers are scarce in January.”

~ Cale

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/16/square-4/

May-December Attraction

It was mutually alluring

the magnetic pull between

film-star handsome

older man, and younger

woman of head-snapping

beauty…

wherever they went people

stared, sometimes with smiles

of subtle envy–

Like soldered hearts

the match continued

through “better or worse”

they clung to each other

when Life’s sands shifted…

happy, content, grateful

in love…

And when Time

took the shine off

youthful good looks

they refused to mourn–

Decades after they’d maried

they laughed…thinking

their age difference

would have raised

eyebrows if reversed…

strangers’ admiring

glances turning aghast

if they mistook her

for his mother ~ Cale

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The Red Tree

Hagar’s take on two prompts birthed a dark poem. ~ Cale

Generation after generation

one son after another

and women as well–

blood of criminality runs

cool through their veins

violence is nothing to them

merely part of day’s routine–

conscienceless, they drink

the dregs of others’ lives

who matter to them not–

No mystery trust

has vanished, become

a dusk mist tinged

with copper, reeking

of rust…fear, dread

and viral suspicion…

predators surround–

across globe red rain

drips like weeping

from neighboring trees

since Cain, in cursing rage

murdered his brother…

deep root of the red tree

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/15/tree-3/

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To Sail, To Love

Hello, friendly bloggers–I hope you’re in fine spirits.  I bring you another poem from Hagar😊 ~ Cale

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He liked boats, craved sailing

it fed him the way his work did–

She only adored the water’s

shimmer, its varying color…

and standing on the shore

where wind carried

salted fragrance and

directed waves

as ballet–but didn’t

toss her where she

might not return…

She could see him

not too far distant

she waved

he waved to her…

as long as she kept

his boat in view

he was certain

to come back to her–

he craved sailing

she craved him more

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Vows that Paint Pictures (Six-Sentence Story)

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It’s a good day…we write, then read 6-Sentence stories.  The link above will steer you to this weekly challenge, where you’ll meet the host, Denise–and get her all-important prompt word (on Sundays), as well as other info you need to join the talented group of writers. 

This week the word is “VOW” (said in a hushed voice).  And here’s the next scene in the story I began last week:

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Judd was in his studio working on a new painting he’d titled, “Winter Love”–he smiled, hearing Lorelei come in.

From behind, she twined her arms around his shoulders, nuzzled his neck… “it’s coming along well, the blue of the waves with snow falling into them is especially nice–so soft and quiet, calm,” she said.

“You’re my Number 1 Fan, easy to please–what’s on your agenda today, Love?”

Her lips against his ear whispered, “the scent of oil paint is a powerful aphrodisiac–are you feeling romantic?”

‘Romance’ was her remedy for myriad ills (and a desirable one it was)–however, he wasn’t inclined to lay aside his brush just yet; “you are a temptress, irresistible more often than not…one day I suspect my ship will wreck upon your shore–is that the goal?” he teased.

But her thoughts were little birds, flitting here and there; she smoothed his fraying denim collar, and said, “I want to invite Pastor Richard to dinner…his backstory must be fascinating–I know I’m intrigued…do you think he’s taken a vow of celibacy?”

Blood Moon (What Do You See?)

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These inspiring images are brought to you by blog author Sadje, and the credited image artists.  Click the link above for more information to participate in Sadje’s challenges.

The poetry is by my friend Hagar. ~ Cale

Image credit; Alison Torres Unsplash

Image credit; Sean Pierce Unsplash

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I would have walked through

a thousand winters to find you

to be with you, to love you…

Bare trees, breath-tightening

frosted air would have been

to me, nothing…

loving so fiercely

I’d have been fearless

no mere child

despised, tiptoeing

’round strangers

harsh shadow figures

in world far distant 

much colder than yours…

I would love you today

with same blind

passion which knows

no dearth…regardless

of season or years…

But you are gone

for always.

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Blood Moon, you pulse

with wild beat…heat

which can’t be soothed

nor I, who beg you

whisper in the wind

so dark it spins

my thoughts to places

I would not go…

sing a lullaby

into the rain

and weep with me

Blood Moon…