A wise person told me we won’t have much to give if we don’t fill up every once in a while. This is a story of filling. I wasn’t dressed for a snowy walk. I headed to the post office in leaky rubber clogs and an old tattered sweatshirt. No gloves. I grabbed my … Continue reading Fill ‘er Up.
Sometimes I walk a windswept beach. An orange ball dips. Golden light settles on the horizon. Sunset prize over, other beach walkers move back inside. I’m alone. I walk and let the dark shore cloak me. Peace pulls at my toes. Weary waves sing me home. Sometimes I walk down 21 stairsteps to a mosaic … Continue reading Don’t Worry: Walk!
Slowing down a minute to drop this note. In the future I’ll be sharing more about how this Type A “cracked pot” became shattered, but...for today... I want to let you know how I have the power to become new...even at the old age of 65! First...a question: ✅ Is there something missing in your … Continue reading Shattered Pot…Made New
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!
I wish I was more like my mom. My mom is quiet and measured. I’m loud and impulsive. My mom is skillful and precise. I’m sloppy and haphazard. My mom finishes things well. I slap-dash through and end up with imperfect projects. My motto: It may not be done right...but its done. My mom’s … Continue reading The Good Stuff: My Mom
My Aunt Betty had the tallest swing I’d ever seen in my life. Of course, when I first saw her swing, my life had not been lived more than five years. My swing experience was limited.The swing’s tall iron frame loomed high above Uncle Fred’s garage. I can still see the thick oval chain links … Continue reading Swing
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got shipwrecked on an island. I don’t want to be rescued. I’m hiding out here. Truly. No cars. No trucks. Only my bike....and a shark. But that’s a different article and I’m getting ahead of myself. I thought I’d check in with you. I’m learning some good … Continue reading Shelter
She doesn’t like hats. I try to put them on her little moppet head. She pulls them off. I tell her she needs a hat to keep the sun off. She ignores me and chews on her hat. I give up and put a different hat on her head, tying it quickly below a baby … Continue reading A Walk with Winnie
I remember flash cards. You see, I am old. I went to school when there was something call “Cloak Rooms” That was the place where you hung your coats on hooks and placed your lunchbox up on an old wooden shelf above your hook. Yes, I had a lunchbox, not a tin bucket. I may … Continue reading Flash Cards for LIFE