My grandmother told me you could tell how far a storm was by counting the seconds between the lightning and the thunder. Each second equaled a mile. To this day, I still find myself absently minded counting, not knowing if five seconds is safer than four or…..
Can you see the trunk swerving? The arms swaying? The head lifted towards the sun? Can you see the dance?
Some point to the Creator in Armageddon, apocalypses, and the purging of infidels. Some point to the Creator in tears falling upon another’s head, the human…..
The sign, appropriately, alerted that the road ended there. The Whisper gently prodded, “What road?” I turned to the left towards a pond. Squishy soft quicksand like mud sure to forever claim another shoe from my foot. There a feather lay…..
Sometimes when I walk it is simply to walk. Sometimes when I walk it is to savor. Sometimes when I walk it is to escape. Sometimes when I walk it is to release. Sometimes when I walk it is to ponder. Sometimes when…..
**my apologies for a double post. My site crashed and had to be restored. Posting the entry from 5/28/16.
I set out on my lake walk. My intent to send gentle feathers to a dear friend…..
I had a true Winnie the Pooh moment today. Last week stood on one side of the lake and knew I had to trek around the whole lake. This morning I sat out on my quest. Could clearly see the lake and even cars…..
Of all the images and whispers I could share from yesterday’s walk, this one will not relent. Let me just start by saying it’s tough to get older. Not old. Older.
Consider the following. Joyful parents post images of their little ones with spaghetti faces…..
“Whatever you run from becomes your shadow.”* Thwack. Biff. Have at you! Pretty much the impact of that simple statement.
The other night my eruption of laughter caused my bronchitis challenged lungs to explode into a major coughing episode. My…..
Mother’s Day. So many whisper’s tease my heart. With stubborn persistence one whisper prevailed. Which mother do I celebrate? The mother I knew growing up? Alternatively, do I celebrate the mother I’ve come to know since her death nineteen years ago? There are…..
A dear friend gifted a framed Celtic cross with the Irish saying “Your feet will take you where your heart is.” This morning, still battling two weeks of strep and acute bronchitis, I read the quote over and over. There it was. I put…..
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