The very existence of the possibility of a “honey do” list astounded me. You mean, you can make a list of things that need to be done around the house and really expect the hubby to start doing them? Wow!!! Well, it didn’t really work out that way. Both hubby and myself are… well, we’re basically intellectuals, which means that our skill set is often less than practical. And – of course – we’re both working full-time and not getting…
The greyness is comforting, bittersweet, familiar. Is the awareness of the longing itself the meaning? Is there an object for the longing? Is the longing the subject? What is beyond the longing? Where is the between of the longing? “A Lonely Voice” – October Project I keep looking back A lifetime back Across the desert In a desert where no one can explain You tell me God is dancing in the rain I can hear the echo In a maze…
“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are but princesses that are waiting to see us act just once with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that needs our help.†~ Rainer Maria Rilke “Man can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, of independence of mind, even in such terrible conditions of psychic and physical stress.” ~ Viktor Frankl “Spirit borrows from matter the perceptions on which it feeds and restores them to…
Seeing this much love can only bring higher awareness… and tears. What are we fighting for? Why do greed and corruption and needless death still triumph over love and caring and thriving? Have we learned nothing at all? Bring them home. Bring them home. Bring them all home – everywhere.
My cousin Kim sent me the very short video of my football “girly throw” during the contest in Colorado. I would have gotten more distance if I’d just given up and thrown it underhand. Next year, watch out! Jillian, I’m coming after you!
Every summer, at least one mama tortoise finds her way to our yard to lay her eggs. Every time I’ve seen this, it’s been raining. Maybe it makes the clay easier to dig. This year, I spotted her during the digging phase. She picked a tough place to do it, all among some old landscaping pebbles buried down against flooding. After grabbing a few photographs, I left her alone to do what she was there to do. She’ll be gone…