Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Just thinking…
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Love talked about can be easily turned aside, but love demonstrated is irresistible. W. Stanley MooneyhamAmerican minister and speaker, 20th century ********************** I was bemoaning the fact that, despite hundreds of miles run, lunges lunged and squats thrusted, and losing enough weight that I could buy my bras in "training" sizes, I still have my grandmother's…
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I've been trying to follow through on my vow to stop procrastinating by thinking ahead to Valentine's Day and wondering what the heck to get my Valentine? I'm running out of time! I need ideas! He'll frown on spending money, so that rules out tools and clothes. He's always complaining about my collections, my knick-knacks and mementos…
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That's the sound my day made yesterday. From the moment my eyes popped open, yanked from my dreams by the honking of my alarm clock (I think "honking"…as in "intrusive, annoying blasts of noise"…is an appropriate description of an alarm clock at 5am, don't you? More accurate than "beeping", that's for sure!)…anyway, from that moment my eyes first opened until…
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My arms are speckled red with scratches and small bumps, and a band-aid comforts a blister at the crook of my thumb, despite the gloves I wore to protect my hands. The irresistible sunshine convinced me to ignore my 'inside' work and, instead, grab a rake and get back to clearing a field where I envision a…
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I felt it yesterday morning, like a palpable echo. When I awoke and remembered my college kids were back at school, I could feel the emptiness of their bedrooms. I didn't have to worry about being too loud and waking them…didn't have to remember to leave a little coffee for the girl…didn't need to think…
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It’s a melancholy day. Maybe it’s the gray skies, the chilly rain…maybe it’s because the kids head back to their college digs this weekend…maybe it’s the heartbreaking devastation the people of Haiti are suffering right now. Maybe it’s none of the above…or all of the above. Whatever the reason, the haunting melody and wistful lyrics of “Just Breathe”…
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Knotted muscle in my neck…can't quite catch my breath…geez, it's only Jan. 4 and I'm already stressing about how to get everything accomplished that I want to do this year! I wish I could resolve to have an extra 6 hours each day – that would help! But, of course, I can't. None of us can.…
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This year I resolve to sell my book and become a millionaire. I'm setting up an archery range in my mind. Yesterday I posted about some abstract, daily goals for the year. They still hold true, and when it's all said and done, I still believe what's most important is just trying to figure out and…
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This will not be a 'big' Christmas for us, as in piles of wrapped gifts under the tree. We're already buried under college loans and (yes, I hate to admit it) credit card debt….all those family trips and Fiftieth Birthday get-togethers are catching up with us, I guess. No need to bury ourselves any further with gifts we don't need.…
Long Hollow 