My journal of big words and pretty pictures
We have assigned seats in my house. Our son sits in the chair closest to the fireplace. The Mr. has the chair directly in front of the TV, and I have the right side of the couch, catty-wompus to Mr., so we can share an ottoman. (Our daughter, since being gone so long at college, … Continue reading Seating chart
Last Sunday night, after returning from a week-long trip to visit the grans at Thanksgiving, we were happily welcomed home by our pets - dogs, Hershey and Asta, and our little manx calico, Pollo. While I unpacked, Pollo paced up and down the hallway. At one point I thought she had brought me one of … Continue reading Into that good night
Finally, after meager years lost in the wilderness, Willys and his family escape the pinewood jungle. Squinting against dazzling sunlight, they face an unfamiliar and frightening world. Turning ‘round, they return to Shangri-La. NaBloPoMo 30/30
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is 'thank you', it will be enough.” ~ Meister Eckhart NaBloPoMo 28/30 Happy Thanksgiving Happy Hanukkah
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.” ~ James Douglas
He was a phantom of mythological proportions. Spoken in hushed, reverent tones, legends of his daring adventures passed from father to son. He was larger than life, strong beyond measure, wiser than all the elders. He was a god. He was also a lie. A hero of tall tales whispered to lackadaisical children, he was … Continue reading We need a hero
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