Gibbs Garden, Ball Ground, Georgia, December 2024 Flowers, trees, leaves, and shrubs full of colors, My need to see you is part of our humanity. Your beauty heals our souls and leaves us in awe. Spending time with you reduces our insanity. Written for Saturday Mix: Riddle This from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, where the answer to... Continue Reading →
Profit as the Father of Intention: Saturday Mix
Once I believed the very old saying I learned That Necessity is the mother of invention, But as I walked the aisles of the big box stores, It's more likely that Profit is the father of intention. So many geegaws and whatchamacallits to buy, What are the necessities that drive their demand? For, as I... Continue Reading →
Sharing Means I See You: Tale Weaver #200
My sister and I spent part of our childhood sharing a home with my mother's youngest sister and her three children. When my aunt would give candy or juice to her children, she would not share any with us. It was as if she did not see us or we had somehow became invisible in... Continue Reading →
A Thing of Rare Beauty: Same, Same, But Different Challenge
Knowing that I was loved by a compassionate God made me feel like a caterpillar wrapped in a cocoon of love as I developed into the woman of God that I was born to become. Like a caterpillar in an inhospitable environment, sometimes, I, too, have had to wrap myself in an orb to protect... Continue Reading →
