Tag: memory

Wonder-full Plans…

I’m noticing lately all us wanderers. I can’t help but think: what if, instead, we were wonderers? We wander around stores looking for gifts. We wander around outdoors seeking quiet. We wander all our days and what do we find? Emptiness mostly. So I’m…

A Little Less Glitter…

What a noisy world. Constantly bombarding us with the latest scandal – and then there’s news of volcanoes erupting, submarines lost, hurt after hurt. Weary ears yearn for quiet, for all this to just stop, even for a moment. But it doesn’t. So can…

About Being…

Today’s ‘junk’ mail caught my attention – in bold pink letters it read: The Perfect Life Is In Your Future. At first I rolled my eyes because the flyer was for a Senior Living Workshop. One, I can’t get into the whole senior thing because…

Not Fading…

What’s your most valuable possession? Jewelry, cars, home? Antiques, artwork, memorabilia? Two thousand years ago perfume was a highly valued item. Extremely expensive, not owned by many. The ingredients to make it were scarce and pricey. “While Jesus was in Bethany in the home…

Aftermath…

Much of our world knows nothing of hurricanes – but for those living in their paths, be they in America or the Philippines or wherever – we know the aftermath. This time I’m calling it the After-Matth-ew. South Florida, where I live, is no stranger…

His Girl…

     You know those moments where your heart swells? Those times when your doggy looks at you with soulful eyes. Those times a toddler’s sweet voice undoes you. The times a strong hand with a wedding band covers yours in assurance. What treasure there…

Surrounded…

     A nine hour drive to the hospital. Anxious thoughts surrounded the miles. The sky was already dark pulling into the parking lot even though it was only 5:30. Bitter cold surrounded me as I stepped out. How does one say goodbye while still…

What Lasts…

     Strolling towards me were three tiny birds with the orangest beaks and pinkest legs. They were an inseparable trio, definitely playing follow-the-leader. Where she pecked, they pecked. She fluffed her feathers, they fluffed theirs. When she waddled off, they followed right behind. The…

So-ing Lessons…

     A lot can be learned from a thirteen year old… They like to use the word ‘so’ – a lot. ‘So, grandma, how did you and grandpa meet?’ My story made him smile wide and relax in his seat. (So, I guess I’m a…

Sandy Toes…

     My earliest memory is feeling like the sand was running out from under my feet and the dizzy feeling like I might topple over. I was fortunate enough to live about thirty minutes from the white silver sands of Florida’s panhandle when I…

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