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Author Archives: oct17
Red, yellow, black and white . . .
An array of colors opened like a new box of crayons before me this morning. Birds were being served at the feeders while Tom and I breakfasted on our deck. Bright and muted reds mingled with the yellows and iridescent … Continue reading
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Today–is life.
Weeks on my journey have resulted in no blog posts. There are several discarded drafts, but for some reason they were not “right” to publish. Here I sit at this screen wanting desperately to explain the silence, but I can’t? … Continue reading
Lessons from a butterfly . . .
Last Sunday afternoon the most beautiful black swallowtail emerged from the branches of an indoor house plant. Evidently his cocoon had been attached there before we brought the tree in from the deck last fall. Life has been hibernating all … Continue reading
A Marriage Memo . . .
Tom had an early morning breakfast meeting today which left me having breakfast alone. I love cereal–he calls me a “cereal-killer”, but he has never enjoyed that staple food for his breakfast. So this morning, I looked forward to my … Continue reading
Rays of reality . . .
(I wrote this last Saturday, the morning after the missing plane incident–and forgot to hit ‘publish’ after the preview.) The winds are teasing the sheets on the line under blue skies. I delight in the warmth of this day after … Continue reading
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Growing old on the journey . . . Never!
I had this quote on my desk for years. Now it is engraved on my brain and in my heart: “Old age occurs the moment you quit expecting something wonderful around the next corner. For some people, that happens very … Continue reading
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The heavens are telling the glory of God . . .
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s . . . You may remember that as part of the weekly introduction to the Superman episodes of the 50’s. The heavenly scene above changes daily, cloud-formed faces, dark skies forecasting ominous weather … Continue reading
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Chosen Twice . . .
This is the BIG year. My daughters are up to something-searching in closets and carrying boxes out of the house (they thought I did not see). They have asked me to compile a complete list of people who would want … Continue reading
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I remember . . .
It was another rainy day-like today. The year was 1962; the day was Saturday, November 17, and we walked like two stiff soldiers under an umbrella–trying not to touch. After all, it was our first date, and you just didn’t … Continue reading
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Birthday Ramblings . . .
Sixty-eight years of days. Of mornings and evenings–making beds, meals, memories. Can it be so? I am always writing—this blog, a devotional thought or something to leave my children–but only mentally. Then those words are lost, and the time slips … Continue reading
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