Pathways remind me of choices: which way to go to maximize a day's opportunities for reflection and fun? Pathways rarely used lead to surprising places and make it possible to experience views and create memories that few others have witnessed. Villajoisa, Spain: Roman ruins: Pathway to the past. Portimao, Portugal! Step Carefully! Elche, Spain: Which... Continue Reading →
I saw the door below in Quarteria, Portugal. I liked the beauty of the colors of red, green, and white. The red was especially significant, as it was the location of the local communist party. As a retired liberal, Christian sociologist (I know, it sounds like an oxymoron!), it appealed to me. The fact that... Continue Reading →
Matt loved a good mystery, except when it could cost him his doctorate! Jonathan King, that hypocrite of a professor who was always missing deadlines, is now acting like it would be the end of the world if Matt doesn't have the results of his research in by this Friday. All the brouhaha over the... Continue Reading →
Digging in the dirt, Producing beauty and joy. Wishfully dreaming! Written for Heeding Haiku in Chevrefeuille, January 16, 2019 by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie!
I laid in my bed all afternoon and evening, Like a lazy dormouse in hibernation. Having one of those electronics-free days, I was free from any cyber sensations. Upon waking from my long beauty sleep, I wanted to eat only what would please. So, I went to the fridge and removed An Ambrosia apple and... Continue Reading →
For most people, rejection is so painful that they cannot see anything good coming from it. But, I believe there are silver linings to be found in rejections, for the cause us to move forward when we fail to see that a pathway has been closed to us. For example, during the summer before my... Continue Reading →
I was honored to be nominated by The Bag Lady to write for the Tell a Story Challenge from The Haunted Wordsmith. The rules above are: Write something about the picture you were given. Choose a different photo for your own post and three people to write about it. It’s fun to pass this challenge... Continue Reading →
Ginny stood looking at the piece of art installed at the riverbank, trying to determine the message the sculptor was trying to impart. She tried to figure out what the green thing represented in relation to the beautiful blue waters beside it and the tall buildings in the background. What an enigma! It looked like... Continue Reading →
Moving away from my sweet neighbors, Blistered hands from all of the packing. The expectancy is of visiting grandchildren, Hoping those expectations will not go lacking. Yet, I hear my husband sobbing in the kitchen. He doesn't want me to witness his many tears. But, I think we both feel much sorrow, As we give... Continue Reading →
Amazed, I looked at my silhouette, For there was no hint of my constant sorrow! Instead, I seemed secure and relaxed, As though I yearned for each new tomorrow. There's no way the artist can capture my tears While only drawing me from the one side. So, I'll continue to pray for God to rescue... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 