I feed my body every day, Often feeding too much to it. But, I've learned the hard way That I must also feed my spirit. Silence or just being very still, Listening to some sweet music, Whatever will quiet my tired soul Is what I use to feed my spirit. But most of all, I... Continue Reading →
It's difficult and painful to realize that you have been wearing a mask for a long time, not really being as authentic as you should have been. It does not matter if the mask was worn unintentionally; what matters is finding the courage to admit that you need to change and to be real in... Continue Reading →
Photo taken at the boardwalk in Hastings, Christ Church, Barbados on July 4, 2021 Lovely oases in faraway places, You are the spaces where beauty meets peace! I loved walking beside you each day, Feeling joy as my inner chaos tended to cease. Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #220 from Sammiscribbles: Oasis in 40 words.
We are not immune to repeating the mistakes of the past, Actions that maimed the spirit of a people and a nation. We cannot allow ourselves to become weary in well doing, And foist the hatreds of others on another generation. Voting is speech that the founding fathers failed to endow On their darker brothers... Continue Reading →
I've been accepted into the Master of Art in Religious Studies program at the university where I earned my other three degrees. I believe in life-long learning. This is a dream and a miracle, because I am going to college without having to pay tuition or fees! I will pay for my books under a... Continue Reading →
On Friday, I was diagnosed with bronchitis by a doctor at the urgent care facility near our home. On Saturday, the nurse from my insurance company came to do a medical profile, and as she talked with me about past and current health issues, she recognized that I was struggling. She listened to my lungs... Continue Reading →
Zechariah 8:3-8 This is what the Lord says: “I will return to Zion and dwell in Jerusalem. Then Jerusalem will be called the Faithful City, and the mountain of the Lord Almighty will be called the Holy Mountain.” This is what the Lord Almighty says: “Once again men and women of ripe old age will sit in the streets of Jerusalem, each of them with cane in... Continue Reading →
Love is written on their smiles. Written for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings. The prompt is Love. Welcome back, Shweta! You were missed!
When the CDC informed fully vaccinated people that they could ditch their masks in most places, Douglas and I were ecstatic. We stopped wearing the masks at the gym, on hikes, and in restaurants. We had visits by two of my grandchildren and a great-granddaughter for Mother's Day, and we went to Charleston SC for... Continue Reading →
This is a timely article from Becky Dingle. I know I would like more pockets.
Dear Reader:
Every morning when I rise to water the garden… I start looking for a blouse or shirt or pair of pants with at least one pocket big enough for my mobile iPhone. ( …And I still have one of the oldie goldie smaller phones)
But to no avail… and the option to wear a gardening jacket or apron is not realistic in a Lowcountry climate where we have been in the mid-90’s all week already!
Lately I have looked for blouses and tunics on-line with large pockets … and I believe I would have better luck finding a dinosaur than a pocket on a woman’s shirt or pair of pants!
I realized I was not alone in my quest when I came across an articles titled ” What do women want? Pockets!”
Some study was done on the reason people, especially women, walk around holding their phones? Two…
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Each day as she looks with sadness at the carpet That graces their bedroom floor, Ginny wishes that she had spoken up, Rather than being mad as she left the store. Her husband had agreed that she would Have equal say on the choice that was made. But, when he settled on the carpet of... Continue Reading →
A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything. But, it came close one special night! I learned the nearly medicinal balm of a perfectly brewed cup of tea from the wonderful lady who owned the bed and breadfast where I stayed during my trip to London. Her name was Kathy, and she seemed to... Continue Reading →
