I read a blog today that piqued my interest. The blogger found her life shifting, changing, moving too fast… She felt planted on uneven ground without a solid foundation. She longed for “an internal foundation” that could calm the unknown and the shifting… She longed for a safe place to belong. I loved her…
Tag: Self Disclosure
Breakfast in Bed?
Since I am a morning person, it is really hard for me to stay under the covers and enjoy breakfast in bed. I like to get up before dawn, sit in my big zebra chair by the fireplace where I can see the dawn arrive from my front door. In the spring and summer, I sit under…
Below Freezing
I grew up in Colorado, and cold and snowy winters remain a huge part of my childhood memories. Ice skating was my favorite winter sport. One of my close friends lived on a lake close to our house, so I was able to spend time skating. I had blue skates with white fur at the…
Friendship
From casual to intimate, levels of friendships vary throughout life. And no matter the level, friends have the power to influence our lives for good or evil. I have been very blessed by God to have the sweetest friends through life that have enriched my journey, shared by joys and wiped my tears. They have endured…
haiku: broken heart
“Shade and Darkness” by JMW Turner deep blue eyes bleed tears silver drops of silent pain blood stains broken heart
haiku: inward bruises
inward bruises bleed bluer than red tearful eyes deep, raw suffering
Breakfast in Bed?
Breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning? No thank you. My backyard is just too beautiful! Even the fish love it here!
Who Can Measure the Weight of a Word?
Jesse Jackson’s recent “off the record” comments into a hot mike are causing quite a stir. Many are saying he is no longer relavant. Many are criticizing him. He has apologized, but I bet he wished he could take those words back. Here’s the story. The truth is some words and the reaction they cause…
haiku: desert place
sparkling springs at home draw me from this desert place where I have wandered
Ancient Melody
Ancient Melody My grandmother grew up on a farm–one of twelve children– a school teacher of twelve grades in one room. As a student herself she studied math hard… because it was hard… so they told her. Many years later, she worked at H & R Block filing income taxes for others–way into her seventies–because she…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 