Two years ago this month (January 8, 2020), we said goodbye to our sweet Max. I can’t believe it’s been that long already. Yet so many things have happened to our world the past two years that it seems like enough for ten years instead of two.
Hello Blogging world.
I’m popping in to wish everyone a blessed new year.
I hope you all had a nice Christmas.
I posted the true history of our American Thanksgiving in 2012 and thought it was time to share it again. I’ve copied and pasted it below.
Too bad the sky doesn’t show the same captivating colors of dusk during times when the sun is high in the sky. Even a boring setting like the one depicted from my back patio can turn magical.
Do you think you could explain what a sunset or sunrise looks like to someone who never experienced one for themselves? Could you explain it so well that they could pass a test without having seen one?
What kind of learner are you? Do you respond better to learning from visuals? From text? From demonstration?
Last year I wrote about sending out an intention to the Universe of something that you would like to occur in your life (or pray), and then trust it will happen. One example I shared before was the synchronicity of our move back home.
Not only does the Universe/God answer our call/prayer in due time, but sometimes we receive answers we aren’t even looking for.
We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us. ~ Joseph Campbell
We had a snow storm overnight on Sunday into Monday. Well, it was actually a blizzard. I love when it snows (like last week), but anything over four inches . . . I’m not really down with that.
Ten inches in total this time.
I can’t complain though. I mean, I do live in Northeast Illinois, after all. It’s not like this type of weather is a surprise or anything. Although, the deep snow and cold arrived earlier than usual this year.
Continue reading “Ungrateful”
We hear lots of recklessly assigned labels in our society these days. You know, homophobe, misogynist, xenophobe, racist, fascist, etc. These words are used to say that someone hates a particular group of people.
So, what kind of a “ist” or phobe is someone who hates ALL people?
Every year as January 1st draws near, I hear some people say, “I can’t wait to start the new year. Thank God this one is almost over.”
Time is something I feel I have very little of these days. I’m in the process of a lot of stuff happening in my life. For the next week, it’ll be difficult to get to anyone’s blogs.
Hope you enjoy the timely saying about time, below.
The breeze caresses my skin like cool mint.
My hair gently flows in its wake.