What to worry about or not…

Here is a list that Jazz Age novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald sent his 11-year old daughter Scottie in 1933 of things to and not to worry about.

She was the only child of Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.  Continue reading “What to worry about or not…”

Thanks Google

I am in Alabama caring for my sweet little granddaughter while my son travels to conferences.

She attends daycare in the mornings.  As I was sitting at my desk relishing the chance to work uninterrupted, my phone buzzed with a notification that someone was at the front door. Continue reading “Thanks Google”

Help Me Out Here, Einstein

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When I consider that Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for over 24 years, I think what a long time that was.  It seems inconceivable.

When I consider that my husband died at 58 years it does not seem nearly long enough. A life cut short. Continue reading “Help Me Out Here, Einstein”

The Peace of Wild Things

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me

and I awake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief.  I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting for their light.  For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

It feels to me as though we are living in perilous times.

World peace, economic stability…all seems like pipe dreams.

Hence, this poem by Wendell Berry

 

 

 

Dealing With Stress…

I am under a lot of stress.

My daughter-in-law has stage 4 cancer.

I started a new job recently which is not going well.  I lost my job…

It is cold outside.

Continue reading “Dealing With Stress…”

A Debt to Pay Gladly

The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.*

It is so cold today.
I am inside wearing a heavy sweater as I type.

I sip hot coffee and enjoy dark chocolate as I start my day. Continue reading “A Debt to Pay Gladly”

Thoughts on Blogging

 

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What has been will be again

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. *

I blog about my experiences.

I reveal my fears.

I share my happiness, my sorrows and my insights.  

My concerns are nothing new to mankind.   Continue reading “Thoughts on Blogging”

I Could Have Felt Sorry for Myself…

There was no Christmas tree.

No mistletoe.

No twinkling lights.

Continue reading “I Could Have Felt Sorry for Myself…”

Steinbeck on Evil

All the goodness and the heroisms will rise up again, then be cut down again and rise up. It isn’t that the evil thing wins – it never will-but that it doesn’t die. John Steinbeck

A Christmas Tree?

Making everything merry and bright!

I love this clever idea that was part of a book display at the library.

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~photo Lori Greer in Portland~

On my very crowded back burner is the plan to cover some of my books in solid colors. I think they will add some serenity to my bookshelves.

A future post someday!