The sun is back today. Yesterday was Gray close your eyes and rest in the gloom, and today is slowly building into Look at all the glory come and run in the light — although now the green is starting to fade to yellow and red in anticipation of future brown. On days like today,Continue reading “Autumn sunshine and the promise of snow”
Category Archives: gratitude
A dog’s life
Dejah Thoris, Princess of Mars, stirs in her sleep, curled in a chair, her flag of a tail brushing her nose. Does she dream of running miles and miles, making friends with everyone she meets and eating everything that moves? Is she sad because she spends so much time in a house full of comfortableContinue reading “A dog’s life”
Choose gratitude
Oh, it’s so so easy, these days especially, to be caught up in alarm and anger and fear and blame and woe. Another choice is always available. I wrote in my journal last night about my worries and concerns, expecting to transcribe them into today’s blog post, but I couldn’t get to sleep, so IContinue reading “Choose gratitude”
A brief conversation with Almighty God
The day began in clarity. “Good morning, world! Thank you for the rest,” he cried. “You know who I am; I know who I am. I’m glad we had this chat; let’s get down to business.” Harmonies poured from his soul — answers snapped to his fingers — his mind and body answered the call.Continue reading “A brief conversation with Almighty God”
Add to the beauty
I am approaching the end of another journal; this one has taken something more than just two months to fill, and I looked back to the early pages to find something I’ve already shared that bears repeating: “Add to the beauty or add to the despair — each of us has two choices — moreContinue reading “Add to the beauty”
Here I sit, surrounded by detritus of human endeavor
I was born on a Sunday evening, and so I have seen 67-times-52-plus-change Sundays in my life. Do the math later if you’d like. I have piles and piles of debris to show for it. Well, “debris” is the wrong word for what’s piled in my little home office. These are shelves of books andContinue reading “Here I sit, surrounded by detritus of human endeavor”
The Day of Awakening
I raise this creaky, lived-in achy body up on two buttocks and declare a celebration.