Tag: soul
Where are your keys?
Sometimes I find my keys in my hand when I’m tearing through my purse or the house for the tenth time. We’re such a busy society that what is plainly in our hands is often missed. A good reminder of how oblivious we are… Continue Reading “Where are your keys?”
Hope Ends…
Know that saying ‘all good things must come to an end’? Like a really good book, wonderful day, reliable product, good paying job, cherished life. There will be many happy endings in this life, and many soul draining ones as well. I miss my… Continue Reading “Hope Ends…”
Hope Grows…
Ever go to bed one night thinking: ‘I can do this’, and wake up the next morning doubting…everything? Those mornings when what you least expected was a melt down – but there you are right in the middle of it? And all I could… Continue Reading “Hope Grows…”
Hope Happens…
Any given day the headlines are scary reading – suicide, shooting, missing. And hope seems lost. And yet…the widow clings, the terrified students grasp, the mother and father print posters. It’s a soul thing – we know hope is real. We know, but how?… Continue Reading “Hope Happens…”
Missing Part…
Several years ago I decided to go super natural in food and beauty products. But… I’m a bread lover – pretty much all the mass produced stuff is unhealthy – I had to find a way. I began with milling my own wheat. I… Continue Reading “Missing Part…”
Right There…
Ever help a turtle find his way back to water? A little soft shell guy found himself in the middle of my hot concrete driveway. He wasn’t moving. Ever since a turtle got hold of my son’s finger one summer long ago, I’ve been… Continue Reading “Right There…”
Soaked…
Rain, rain, rain – for weeks. The canvas canopy over an outdoor swing was sagging – I pushed up and – whoosh – over the edge cascaded water. It caught the attention of my one year old grandson, but I hadn’t noticed he had walked… Continue Reading “Soaked…”
Can You Believe It?
Oh to be childlike – laying on the grass watching clouds float away, to see a lizard and not understand why you can’t catch it, to read just one more story – and not think about time. Seems like one day melts into another… Continue Reading “Can You Believe It?”
8:45am
Funny how we mark things with time – the year of the hurricanes, September 11, 2001, the call this morning from a tearful child “I’m on my way to the emergency room”. The slow motion moments. Moving at the speed of light to get… Continue Reading “8:45am”
You Belong…
Oh the heart pain of not belonging. I remember during middle school being in a new group of peers, unsure where I belonged. I just wanted a good friend like I remembered from grade school. To my shame I hurt some to try and… Continue Reading “You Belong…”
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