Category: Inspirations

Food for the soul, from and for the heart

Grandma’s box of clippings

When I’m missing grandma and want to feel her presence, I open her box of clippings for a glimpse of her heart. Among the booklets of prayer, meditation, poetry, and inspiration, I hear her through words of encouragement, relevant words. Thoughts, found in a tiny book of poems, is one of my favorites. THOUGHTS by…

The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.”

~ M. Scott Peck

Do you agree or disagree?

OK, I’ll go first:

I’m not sure. Sometimes when I am inspired, like in May when rhodies bloom, I think of Ralph Waldo Emerson, or Rilke, sources of inspiration that along with buds and blossoms, affect me deeply. In Spring, I feel more like engaging with others. At my worst, when I feel I’ve taken a hit, I hole up and avoid.

I understand what M. Scott Peck is saying. When our backs are against a wall and we see no other option, we just may abandon our comfort zone and do something we otherwise would not do.

What do you think?

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

With the exception of the yellow beauty, all come from our yard.

Once upon a lifetime

When I graduated from high school–never mind the year–I said to myself, “I’ll see my classmates real soon.” I wasn’t worried because it never dawned on me this would not be the case. It was exactly the case; it would be 40 years before I would see some of them again. When I went on…

Jam and toast

I once asked my cousin whether she thought about her cancer on a daily basis. When I asked, she was in remission, again. Writing this, admitting I said it, makes me cringe, and my naive question fills me with embarrassment. A few years later I called her brother after he’d been diagnosed with cancer and…

Reasons to giggle

Today I woke up with renewed energy. It was sort of like having ants in my pants (not that I’ve experienced those critters in my lower regions, but, work with me here; it’s how I imagine it would feel had they been there; I wanted to run and jump). The burst of energy may be…

%d bloggers like this: