Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
What is it about run down buildings that stirs the imagination? This crumbling facade inspired the poem Abandoned: No voices linger, not even the sound of shattered glass echoes, only bones shedding flesh, an unholy darkness within, a mystery shrouded in silence. This is the schoolhouse where my mother-in-law had her first job as a teacher, […]
Read MoreFrom a distance, I thought it was an island, but on closer inspection it was a mass gathering of surf scoters: Who congregates better en masse than seagulls? Well maybe these sea lions: This week’s Daily Post photography challenge is prolific.
Read MoreHer greatness comes in the kindness she shares a grandmother whose motive is only to care: An example whose ripples are felt down the line by a grandson who takes time to listen and chat: and granddaughters who practice her loving art: the legacy passes from one generation to the next – kindness and caring, […]
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Faces that bring me so much joy, and one for fun. (Photos for Cee’s Black & White Challenge: heads/faces)
Read MoreLittle Girl Dreams To dream little girl dreams, the simplicity of pink, the wonder of books, the honesty of play, trust innate. (Imagination inspired by this photo of my granddaughter on her “big girl bed”. Poem penned by yours truly. The Daily Post prom is imagination.)
Read MoreWhat creatures dwell in tucked away places…. hidden in the darkness… observing those of us in the light… do they fear us, as we fear them…. or have they found contentment? (I’ve been a little obsessed with holes – thank you to the Daily Post for offering the prompt ‘creature’ so that I could use […]
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If it looks like a duck …. … preens like a duck…. … waddles like a duck…. … it could be one of many variations. (The Daily Post photo challenge is variations on a theme. All photos from my camera.)
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It’s been abnormally cold in Texas, and so we’ve devoted a few days to finishing up the interior painting we started last summer. (Yes, procrastination defines us.) Yesterday, the temperatures were back up in the double digits, so we set out on the golf cart and toured the property looking for birds. Just a […]
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His name was Almost, but we called him “Not Quite”. He was tall, all awkward elbows and knees, as only a sixteen-year-old can be. Wore his hair neatly cut, unlike many of that time. He had dark, brooding eyes and a hawkish nose, and he was my boyfriend. We were both cast in the high […]
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Before illness, I counted days and hours, not out of drudgery – I had stretched myself beyond normal limitations. Before illness, I wore responsibility like a hero and defined by work, prioritized tasks above well-being. Before illness, I joked about the disabled, lounging around, living the life of leisure, usurping the system. Before illness, I […]
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One Woman's Quest II 