A quick and handy guide to get your lists and life under the control of a life-settling Savior!
I want to thank whoever plopped the dried out potted geranium next to the trash can, I drove by, backed up, and placed it in my trunk. Gosh! I think I can save this flower! When I finally got home later that day, I pulled my treasured pot from it’s hiding place next to the … Continue reading Junkyard Geranium
Gonna share a humble list of stuff I’ve learned. Life can be kinda hard. God’s gotten me through a lot. Here are some tips which have helped. Watch this space for more details on every Tip!
Sometimes you just have to take a risk. When your loved one leaves you after 40 years, you’re alone. That, in and of itself, is a risk. I’m an old woman but I refuse to succumb to fear. I won’t be robbed of adventure. I won’t be discouraged. Camping alone is a little risky. Beautiful … Continue reading Risks and Rewards and Renewal
Life is about adventures. Matter of fact, I’ve decided to rename problems “adventures”. Lately, I’m up to my ears in adventures! When Hurricane Ian took my island home, I found myself without shelter. What to do? I reserved a campsite. Problem solved. Adventure starts. Senior discount and paperwork finished, I found my gravel campsite beside … Continue reading Campout
I’ve been on the move. I need to settle down. I need to talk about sitting in sorrow. There’s a lot to be said for sitting and observing what’s going on around you, even in tough times. Of course, no one wants to be in an uncomfortable place very long. We want to get away … Continue reading Settle Down
✅ I’ve always jokingly referred to myself as a cracked pot ✅ Little did I know I’d be shattered ✅ For the past two years, I’ve dealt with the cold, cruel chaos of trauma. ✅ Some of you know...some of you don’t...My love of 40 years chose to walk away from our marriage . … Continue reading Cracked to Shattered…and Back Again
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
Confessions of a Type A Woman 