I woke up early. I did not want to get up but I did convincing myself that I would feel even worse staying in bed.
I forced myself to dress, go downstairs, make a cup of coffee, drink some water and sit by the fire for a few minutes. This routine is how I start most of my days and have for years.
This is my comfortable “rut”. Continue reading “Music, Familiar”
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 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”
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”
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
They sold the company?
I couldn’t believe it when I heard the news in mid-November.
The company was sold and everything would close on December 31st.
In six weeks, I would be out of a job.
Then to add insult to injury, the company decided to close on December 14th. Continue reading “I lost my job…”
Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither.*
An estate sale
My friend called to tell me about some wonderful sheets that she found at an estate sale near my house. As you probably know, good sheets are terribly expensive. Well worth the price as they last forever, but still a shock when first purchased.
Thinking that it would be great to find some inexpensive but nice sheets for my two adult sons and their families, I went to the estate sale. Continue reading “Naked Came I”
Belle is an old dog of unknown heritage, beloved by my son.
He and Belle found each other in the months shortly after my husband/his father died.
Continue reading “Belle”
The pop up on my smartphone was timely.
“Reach out to a friend” was the reminder from Google that I programmed a few months ago. Continue reading “A Google Prompt”
~Photo Lori Greer, Portland, Oregon, USA.~
We have what we seek. It is there all the time. And if we slow down and be still, it will make itself known to us. ~Thomas Merton* Continue reading “We have what we seek”