Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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I spent a long, lazy weekend with friends I've known since high school (several much longer than that)… just lying around a pool, eating, drinking, talking about our health issues, our parent issues, and whatever other issues happened to be on our minds. (Hence, I learned a whole lot about the benefits of extra…
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Somewhere in Seattle tonight, one of my favorite couples in the whole wide world are sipping champagne, gazing into each other's eyes, and thinking back to that magical evening exactly one year ago when they said "I do" under the limbs of the big oak tree at Barr Mansion. It's hard for me…
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We shared Easter dinner with all of our kids today, no small feat once your kids get married and other families expect to see them on the holidays, too. It's been a busy week. Besides Mama's hospital adventure, I started an intense 7-week real estate training course, which includes journaling and other homework, like…
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I have a confession: I often forget to write down my sweet!s right when I notice them. …if I even notice them to begin with. That's when composing this weekly post of mine becomes a real challenge, but even more important to accomplish. It forces me to stop and reflect on the seven days just passed ……
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The simplicity of winter has a deep moral. The return of Nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart. It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and…
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1. This is my new favorite quote: “The woman had laughed the hard times into wine.” -Ann Voskamp I'm not sure if it's possible to laugh hard times into wine, except theoretically, of course… but I love the imagery of it. Thanks to Jennifer at Ripplespeak for posting it. (And for…
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Beginning in my teens, I dreamed of renovating an old house. My aunt joined in on the dream project, picking out potential projects in the countryside around Killeen, where she lived. Tom picked up on the dream. We loved touring Victorian homes that had been lovingly restored…or sneaking into neglected ones and imagining their potential.…
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There have been mornings when, after snapping photos of birds or leaves or bugs, I turn and discover Max and Belle are nowhere in sight. They've slipped off in a different direction, distracted by an interesting smell or a glimpse of a squirrel, assuming I will follow them (as I often do.) So I backtrack,…
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Looks like the sun found its way out of That dark cloud that keeps following me around At least for today I've got a ray of hope I've opened doors and I've burned some bridges I'm still looking for my fairy tale ending There’s a lot of time left before the…
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I'm sure we passed each other in the hallways of our junior high and high school. We might have even shared a class or two. Perhaps we even spoke once or twice. But if we did, I don't remember. So even though her face and name were familiar, I truly didn't know Debbie until Facebook…
Long Hollow 