Racial tensions are at scary levels; I woke today to another senseless shooting. In addition, that is, to the one the day before; oh, yeah, we can’t forget the terrorism in the airport in Turkey, and I had to stop. That is as far as I got on this post. I sat here staring at…
“Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.” ~Alphonse Karr
I caught myself reminiscing in a very big way on Saturday evening. First we attended a retirement party (which is salt in an already big wound. While Saturday’s party was for someone who worked with my husband, today I saw my former work peeps and it hurts my heart that I am no longer part…
“Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone’s face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love? These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will bear…
The writer in me is forever on alert for settings. Deep in the forest lies a grandfather tree with dense, green moss coating its scraggly branches. It doesn’t lie alone. Eerily creepy is the shady, dank stillness beneath a canopy of firs. The silent, electric air precedes danger. That something will happen, that the THING…
As I get older, I seem to notice more and more of life’s simple things, like whether or not a flower is fragrant. I notice the shape and color of the petals. I look at hue, at stems and leaflets, at thorns and tender buds. I took a stroll in the yard yesterday and found…
finding merle 