My immediate reaction to this question took me back 10+ years. In my mind, there was nothing better than getting super sweaty after a really tough workout. Admittedly, I'm not a great athlete but that didn't stop me from trying. Like the time I decided to enter a 65-mile bicycle ride to raise money for... Continue Reading →
The truth is I rarely open my eyes upon awaking and immediately start listing things for which I'm grateful. Maya Angelou made a great point when she wrote, "This is a wonderful day I have never seen this one before." Today, I am thankful for: a dog that does not bark or complaina spouse who... Continue Reading →
I wanted to share this post from Smorgasbord because it seems there hasn't been a lot to laugh about over the past two years. This post is a big reminder to me that I need to make an effort to laugh. Many years ago, I remember listening to a presentation by Zig Ziglar. He told... Continue Reading →
Recently, I visited a church where a friend of mine serves as pastor. During the sermon, she told of a documentary she'd seen on the lives of salmon and how their entire species depends on the success of their upstream journey. Her storytelling skills left me believing I had seen the documentary myself. The vivid... Continue Reading →
It is not a requirement that love letters come from a romantic interest. While in the midst of "KonMari-ing" my closet, I've come across so many different notes from friends and family. Things that meant so much to me, at the time, that they were shoved in a box to eventually be found while cleaning my... Continue Reading →
I was drawn to the writer at New Mercies For Me because we both have difficulty finding time to write. A challenge from The Daily Post prompted us to collaborate on a post. In tackling the issue of how to find time to write, we each came to the conclusion that for our individual schedules, scheduling a... Continue Reading →
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”— Maya Angelou There are so many quotes, so many resource materials referring to the power of music. Those that have known me for any length of time know just how big a role music plays in... Continue Reading →
Guilty: one bona fide procrastinator, right here, and it's nothing to be proud of; or is it? This tweet gave me food for thought. https://twitter.com/grantdraws/status/460764353961013248 What if being a procrastinator is key to my creativity? I decided to take the question to Google and to my surprise, found tons of scholarly articles on the subject.... Continue Reading →
For large chunks of my childhood and young adulthood, I kept a journal at my bedside. My writings were always done in pencil, not so much to correct mistakes, although that happened, on occasion, but more because I was certain these writings would become valuable to my descendants, therefore needed protection from water damage. Silly me.... Continue Reading →
“Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.” ― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones It has the feel of a horror film; an empty shell of a building, disturbingly quiet, no one to ask for directions when you find yourself lost... Continue Reading →
Summertime in the South is synonymous with swimming. As a youth, I spent a lot of time in the water. My grandparents took my sisters and me, frequently, to the beach. My parents took us frequently to the community pool. My father was even a high school swim coach. Yet, I never felt comfortable swimming.... Continue Reading →
This past weekend was my 30th high school class reunion. It wasn't actually the school from which I graduated but the school I attended for 8 years, through the 10th grade. The 10-12 classmates in attendance, plus a few spouses, represented 25% of the class. Many others live in town, but for whatever reason, stayed... Continue Reading →
As my father rapidly approaches his 70th birthday, his return to his "roots" has left the rest of the family rolling our eyes. The fraction of his genetic code that came from Louisiana means that he must now greet all strangers in French. The portion that can be traced back to the Native Americans means... Continue Reading →
I write, or type, because it is therapeutic. Both writing and typing are as relaxing to me as knitting is to others. Since childhood, I've used writing as a way to release my frustrations, clarify my thoughts, and identify solutions to problems. Writing is similar to having a conversation with oneself, but without appearing mentally ill... Continue Reading →
A recent post by psychologistmimi caught my attention. People don't like criticism. This is unfortunate for people like me who love to give it. Yes, I realize this is a character flaw, but one in which I justify by pounding myself harder than any other. As an employer, I heard numerous excuses: I don't usually do that. I'm... Continue Reading →
This video was forwarded to me, this morning. It was intended for college students and a christian college but it's content pertains to all of us, at any age. Regardless of your religious affiliation, I believe you will find it inspiring. The video runs ten minutes but I smiled throughout, and found it worthwhile. Hope... Continue Reading →
For me, there is nothing so blissful as the laugh of a child. Zig Ziglar once said that we should laugh for 30 seconds every day; or 15 seconds, or 60 seconds, honestly I don't remember the time required, but try it. It is difficult to laugh heartily for that long, yet no matter how... Continue Reading →
Keeping horses is a most expensive hobby. Coming from a long history of horsemen, having horses is a part of my heritage. I tell my husband that I just like the way they smell. And I really do love the smell of horse manure mixed with freshly cut hay, the sweet feed, the smell of... Continue Reading →
Inspirational post on this Sunday from Silverstrands. Check out this blog.
I have been ”over thinking” for a couple of days.
I have some decisions to make, some plans to present and some options to consider.
It’s hard to maintain eye contact with Jesus when you are distracted by that which you are stumbling over.
I am reminded of a time when I was a guest at a wedding reception. The father of the bride was a ballroom dance instructor. His performance on the dance floor was stunning. All eyes were on him as he and his new bride daughter floated across the dance floor.
Later in the evening the magic moment occurred. This father came up to me and asked me to dance.
Honored, I walked with him to the dance floor. As the music started my eyes immediately fell to my feet. At the same moment I felt the palm of my partner’s hand lifting my chin. His words…
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I had to attend the funeral of a dear friend, recently. I last heard from him the day before he died. This post is from a dear friend of mine. She is a phenomenal nurse. It touched me so much, I wanted to share and she gave me permission. It's good reminder that even the... Continue Reading →