I used to be a very sad person. Prone to depression most of my teenage and young adult years, I actually tried to kill myself at age 24. This is something I am certainly not proud of, but I can boast in the redeeming power of God in my life that turned my “mourning into dancing,”…
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Scottsdale!
The morning air today in Arizona is so cool that I have opened the glass doors onto the veranda. It feels invigorating as I sip my coffee. My first thought after I awoke: “Oh yeah, I’m on vacation!” And I rmembered that I have promised myself to walk “barefoot”–without the cares of life at home and work–for the…
Barefoot-Summer Days of Childhood
I enjoyed summer so much more as a child than as an adult, especially since I moved to Texas from Colorado in 1975. I have never gotten used to the heat here… still find it unbearable. Texas is what my dad calls disdainfully, “A swelter pit.” What keeps me here of course is my dear, sweet,…
Cursed Capernaum
Ancient synagogue in Capernaum, Israel I wrote this poem in Israel while on a tour. If you have ever taken a tour to Israel, you will discover that most of what you see is ancient stones… from the Romans, Turks, Crusaders, Byzantine monks, Israelites, Caananites… The stones and antiquated relics of people who have occupied the…
Hydrangea Rock
My hydrangeas are rocking this year, so vibrant and full, with multiple blooms. I’m lovin’ it!
haiku: blurred light
in this place layers blur light, here honey tastes sour and bitter is sweet
Salty Old Fisherman
Salty Old Fisherman
haiku: scars
scars on furniture mark character, human scars say imperfection
Island Hopping
Friends lifting the kiddush cup for the wine blessing… Last evening we enjoyed a beautiful Shabbat celebration and meal on a yacht. The weather was perfect… the company grand… the conversation stimulating… and the laughter raucous… It was a once in a lifetime experience. Actually, I am hoping it wasn’t. I am longing to…
Florida!
My husband and I are in Coral Gables, Florida, at the Biltmore Hotel. This is a business trip, but we are having so much fun; it doesn’t feel like work. Pure pleasure. I have to admit, I broke down crying when I had to pack my suitcase again. I know that sounds ridiculous. I guess…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 