When I was young, I was a city girl. And this was my city. ☝ Continue reading “High Rises and Plush Nature”
I was thinking about my blog post (Nomads) regarding what makes a person feel like they’re home.
Remember the movie Sleepless in Seattle?
Peace amidst the Noise
Nothing here is permanent. Eventually, everything breaks down.
Continue reading “Breaking Down”
Waves of Peace
Prayer for a Divided World
Seasons, Starry Skies, Birds and a Mystery
Nosy at Starbuck’s
In lieu of my recent posts about the ugliness of social media, I thought I’d share something contrary to that topic. It has to do with something I observed at Starbuck’s.
Epic Fail or Epic Success
I thought I’d write about my adventurous eclipse experience before it becomes irrelevant, so I quickly put together this post this morning.
Brinkley or Bust
Graceful describes her entrance
Radiance surrounds her skin.
All heads turn toward her in awe
when she speaks.
Even strangers inquire,
how to attain the serenity she exudes.
Nary a word spoken,
yet her wisdom is apparent.
Having turned hardship into opportunity,
her experience is enlightenment.
No signs of pompous external flash.
Not dependent on youth for worth.
The old woman manifests,
I wrote the above prose some time ago. What do you think it’s about? Could it be about Christie Brinkley’s photo-shoot for the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated from several weeks ago?
Healing Hearts Day
They say it’s usually people who are alone that disparage Valentine’s Day, but I know better. So, I’m just going to say it, I don’t like Valentine’s Day, and this is coming from someone who has had a love in my life for 30 plus years. After writing about this holiday in the past and receiving many comments over the years, I can attest that I’m not the only one. Many people do not like this holiday.
Song on my Mind
Many of you know my life is hectic right now, but who can miss the news? So, I’m writing this on the fly.
Functioning in Chaos
I don’t know how to do it. I have no idea how to function in chaos. I’m terrible in an emergency. I don’t know how to explain it, but my brain doesn’t connect the dots in disorganization. My mind freezes. You may have figured this out about me when I wrote about getting a call that my husband had an accident.