what or whom do you reflect . . . ?
The world awakening to early morning light. Still . . . everything stilled. Not a breath of wind, the atmosphere …
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disrupted . . .
Brilliant sunshine after days of clouds, mist, rain, cold. Less wind. Warmer temperatures than the norm in mid-January. Squirrels scampering. …
My hope and confidence . . .
Be still, my soul; the Lord is on your side; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain; In every …
peace has landed . . .
Sounds of late spring are noisy today . . . Powerful south winds are tossing large branches to and fro across the top of our magnificent …
the battles continue . . .
For some time I have been silent . . . not intentional, just not writing. Perhaps related to the struggles …
trust and be not afraid . . .
My backyard is once again filled with activity following a strange season. No squirrels, no cardinals, no doves, no woodpeckers . . . …
tale of two toddlers . . .
A fledgling cardinal sat at our bird feeder trying to provide sustenance for itself. Struggling with the seeds. Looking for …
never the same again . . .
Temptation is real, has been real since the beginning of humankind’s journey on this earth. Bottom line in any given …
I wonder . . . .
Write . . . ever feel that nudge? That compelling? Wonder if you’ll die with the ‘music’ of your words unsaid and …
more conversations . . .
My days – filled. My conversations – rich. My moments – mixed. Some moments find me running head long into …
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