Friday Photo

Here are a couple shots from my walk today, I’m feeling very green today!

The first is edited and I am undecided on whether I like the approach or not. The second is unedited, and I like it that way. I’m sure I will add better lighting though, that is what it’s lacking.



Tuesday Tidbit: Salvation

Happy Flash Fiction day, friends!

This is an unfinished piece I just wanted to get out in my blog stream for today and out of my head. I do not know where it is going or why it is going there but it felt urgent as an idea. I always love watching other writers process of creation, so over the next few Tuesdays I will be adding to and editing this piece, stay tuned if it peaked your interest!


-D.R Breshears

He spoke of religion as if it were the only way to salvation.

That clearly was not the case, not anymore.

That’s what I set out to teach him the day I strolled in the bright, dental-lab-white chapel, presenting for all my just-for-decoration-rosary and a scent of general disbelief.

“We have to entertain the possibility of salvation as a widespread overwhelming belief in humanity and purpose in general, not of a single source of life and death.” I sat the book down in front of him as I spoke, my hands not shaking as they were before during the sermon.

He smirked in a way that made me feel stupid and unbelievably irritated.

“If you happen to think you are going to come back into my life and try to teach me about your God then you have another thing coming”, he snarled with a smile.

I remembered when we were together in that moment, staring at his twisted mouth movements and agitated eye twitches. We were young and stupid, even more stupid than we both appeared to be today. We loved the idea of reincarnation and karmic cycles of life at the time, ideas that seem so beautiful and simple today.

We were never in love with each other, we were only in love with our ideas and beliefs as a couple.

“I truly believe that salvation is about a broad spectrum of faiths across the world coming together in a belief of a higher power. I don’t believe that it has to be broken up into certain denominations. This could be something I’m completely wrong about and fully expect to pay for when judgment comes, if judgment comes,” I said as I stared past his blank expression and wondered why I was bothering myself with my former lover’s future salvation.

“It will, and you will” was his reply as he inched the book back toward me.

Friday Photo

Today I’m sharing one of my very first, and very favorite, classic Profreshionally Simple shots.

Enjoy, and have a great weekend!


Mental Health Monday: Selfishness and Emotional Cop-Outs

Today I want to talk about emotional selfishness.

This is something I am such a brat about, so much so that I sometimes feel like a 10-year-old stuck in a 25-year-olds body.

I am constantly worried about how I am doing, mental health wise, and how I am feeling and why I am feeling that way and why I cannot be positive and function normally day to day.

While being aware of personal mental issues is, of course, important, it is not so important that it should be all-consuming in your life.

Getting out of your own head and heart for a change and paying attention to those around you, to those you are closest to and their problems, is extremely healthy and let’s face it, extremely normal human behavior.

I have dug such a big hole around myself and had so many emotional cop-outs recently that I have lost my fiance emotionally for the time being, as well as my close family and friends.

Patience runs deep in those around me, and for that, I am extremely thankful.


A Call for Opinions.

Short and sweet: I am thinning down my blog, big time. I am twisted in so many different directions here, even I can’t keep up.

If you happen to follow the blog regularly, please let me know your opinion on which two themes to focus on (because obviously, I love writing them all):

  • Mental Health
  • Flash Fiction
  • Travel
  • Nature Photography
  • Lovey Dovey Life Stuff (eh I will probably sprinkle these in regardless).

Thanks in advance, and thanks for following my blog!

Tuesday Tidbit: Leaving

It was the way her mother looked at her when she said it that told her she wasn’t going to be getting any sort of sympathy, or any sort of help.

If her father had found out he wouldn’t have been so kind to have only given her a look.

It was also the way her mother spoke in a different tone after the fact, as if her whole person had been taken over by a new, methodical, fake one.

If her father had been in the same room he wouldn’t bother changing his persona, he would be himself and that would be frightening enough. She had loved that about him.

Tucking away her things into her oversized overnight bag she realized that this may be the very last time she laid her eyes on her bed, on her dresser, on her closet full of clothes and cat hair. She would miss the cat hair most of all. At least it, though annoying, still clung to her.

Her mother watched over her like a hawk as she packed away everything she could fit in the bag, leaving behind her books and trophies and old vintage rock posters.

She was also leaving behind her family, her non-responsive father in the bed upstairs and her suddenly changed mother, the latter wanting no part in her life anymore. Her father would feel the same, only much worse, if he were capable.

As she walked down the stairs grasping her plane ticket, her mother right on her tail, she thought about the good times within the home, though they were few and far between.

Her mother did not hug her, she barely even looked at her before she made her way out the door.

This is what she got for abandoning her dying father.

This is what she got for getting pregnant.

This is what she got for leaving.