If you are one of those people shaking your head in disbelief about the younger generations, I want to share this with you.
Three weeks of glorious weather.
Three weeks of shorts and tee shirts.
Three weeks of coffee on the porch in the morning.
Three weeks of happy hour on the porch in early evening.
These little handprints are on the sidewalk in a little town in Alabama.
Try as I might I could not make out all of the names.
Too much time and too much weather had taken their toll. Continue reading “There but for the grace of God…”
Sometimes even the people we love either can not or will not support us in our pursuit of our dreams.
It is easy to believe that our family and friends will be our loudest cheerleaders.
It’s a sweet thought.
I have seen this old house many times.
Viewed during the day, it struck me as odd but whimsical.
It’s like the naughty younger sister among the stately, pristine white homes on the street.
Three pastel colors with a burgundy and gold leaf trim.
Seeing it in the early morning light transformed it into an image of beauty and grace.
Like homes, women often prefer the softer lights of dawn or dusk.
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
excerpt from “She Walks in Beauty” by George Gordon Byron, 1788 – 1824
Photo taken on my Samsung 6 in the wee hours of morning.
I love the quiet and softness of early morning.
We must use time creatively, and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.
Quote by Martin Luther King, Jr. posted on the wall in the Florence-Lauderdale Public Library, Florence, Alabama. This is a beautiful library.
I like that this quote from Dr. King is very succinct. It packs a powerful message.
How will I use my time? How will I be creative? Will I do the right thing?
I am trying to be more mindful in my life and more attentive to the “thin slices of joy” all around me.
My life is a work in progress.
Photo from http://www.pexels.com
After babysitting for three weeks straight I consider myself an expert on babysitting.
So, I wanted to share my number one tip for babysitting.
I find that this tip works like a charm with a rambunctious seven-month old baby.
I have kept a diary since I was a little girl.
One of my crushing moments was when my older brother found it and read it aloud to his friends. We were all kids. I was furious then.
Now I smile at the memory. How I wish I still had those diaries with their locks and keys and childhood scribbling!
The old stories comfort me.
The comfort is the same as when I was a child.
Revisiting old familiar stories allow me to breathe and feel safe for awhile.
But in a different way. Continue reading “Comfort in the Familiar”
“You learn by going where you have to go.” *
I often think that the most important thing we can do is to show up.