I grew up in one of the poorest cities in the US. Poverty rate is 43.1%. Roughly one out of every 2.3 residents lives in poverty. I lived there like a miniature warrior, without fear, focused on fun and forever play. Mom and dad helped me by keeping me busy and distracted from any hardships. … Continue reading Going Home
Where in the world am I ? Dorothy - you’re not in Kansas anymore. Sirens are unceasing. Horns blast. Right now two men are arguing below my kitchen window...something about a parking space, which is as rare as gold in the dirty streets of this city block. I guess they figure it’s worth fighting … Continue reading Dorothy…You’re Not in Kansas Anymore
I love the lights in our village park. They represent many gifts of light. The flags shimmer in the light. I’m grateful for our country. The veteran’s statue reflects the light. Thank you, veterans. These lights remind me of all the Village caretakers who light our way Thanks, buddies. A nativity scene shimmers in the … Continue reading Shine Bright!
I sat in the sun today. There. I admit it. I walked the path in the windy, sunlit afternoon. Down the path, over the curve, the sun dazzled me. It kissed my cheeks and warmed my neck. That’s why I just sat right down… and stayed there. There was a convenient bed of … Continue reading Most Thankful
Two things come in waves: ✅ Grief ✅ Healing I often walk the waves. Maybe it’s because of the grief. Life literally pulled the rug out from under my feet. I’ve lost my dream and it will not be coming back. Grief is inevitable. So...I walk. The cold stinging wash wakes me up. The motion … Continue reading Grief and Healing Come in Waves
Even the hard times are not wasted. I’m learning about farming. As I noted in my last article, corn becomes useful when leaves are dried out and heads are bowed. We can be useful when our heads are bowed, too. Today I survey more fall fields. Harvesters still rumble . Fields of husks, stubble and … Continue reading The Remains
I’ve love watching the corn. Corn grew steady and tall, like soldiers guarding country roads. The beautiful green stalks could be a hideout. Once, I climbed in. Nestled there in the whispering row, I found peace. I loved the corn and the tall shelter it provided. But now, it’s harvest time. The harvesters … Continue reading Heads Bowed…Harvest Time
I almost didn’t go. After all, why waste the gas? Besides....I’m sick of crying. Who goes to a cemetery on Labor Day, for goodness sake? I’ll admit I was feeling down. I’ve lost some good friends lately. I was alone at home on a family weekend and life seemed...well, unfair. I made myself go. It’s … Continue reading Well Done, Good and Faithful Servant
God had me in mind when I stumbled onto the message. Pastor talked about getting stuck in our painful places of grief, regret, disappointment, hurt, rejection, and loss. He said God did not create us to get stuck. -Raise your hand if you’ve ever been a prisoner to pain. (My hand is up.) Let me … Continue reading Get out of the Graveyard!
There’s lots of talk about freedom these days. I’m so grateful for the freedoms I enjoy. But, in today’s culture, it seems the race to be “free” of all restraints is also rampant. Many don’t want to conform to any constraining morals, values or beliefs. That, to me, is the best way to become trapped. … Continue reading Freedom