The stories and glories of hugging a stranger a day ... and other life lessons
January 31, 2018
I’m a farmer’s daughter. I know the reason for fallow lands. For the need for soil to rest and recover.
But I do not appreciate finding myself in a fallow land. I do not feel as if I’m resting and recovering.
My fallow land is a state of apathy. Lack of inspiration. One...
January 29, 2018
Her name was Elaine.
She was stunning. A true Welsh beauty with a milk white skin, dark eyes, dark hair and a smile that took you in.
She was also my best friend.
She was everything I was not.
Introvert to my extrovert.
Cautious to my “bull in a china shop....
January 26, 2018
Philippians 3:13 ”…forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead.”
I’ve always interpreted this to mean that one should leave all the bad stuff behind. Memories; what we did do when we should not have done it; and what we...
January 24, 2018
Somewhere early in the present century there was a delightful series called “CHARMED.”
It involved three sisters. Three witches. With enormous power. When they worked together.
Individually they weren’t that shabby either. Prue, the eldest, had the power of telekinesis a...
January 22, 2018
It’s late afternoon. The sun is setting, trailing golden fingers spiked with fuchsia tinted nails.
The breeze has died down. Leaving a balmy evening with no need for a jacket.
I’ve been writing all day and my brain feels like left over spaghetti. Or worse.
I took a short...
January 19, 2018
And it hurts.
Of all the ridiculous statements I’ve made in my life, that one tops them all.
To be unfriended?
I don’t like everybody. So why should everybody like me?
But it goes deeper than that.
The people I dislike are prominent figures with attitudes an...
January 17, 2018
It was an unplanned meeting. I was actually on my way to meet John.
He’d written some stuff I wanted to discuss.
But my heavy Amplified Bible slipped in my hands and fell open at Daniel.
It would’ve teen rude to ignore the invitation so I settled in to my Morning Happy Ch...
January 15, 2018
Because I’m sick.
And I don’t do sick very well.
I’m a “get up and go” kind of woman.
There’s always –
another mountain to climb;
a race to run (heaven forbid!);
a challenge to tackle;
a new project to start;
an old one to finish.
But I can’t.
January 13, 2018
On another planet (nearly),
In another time zone (definitely),
And in a previous lifetime (sort of),
I wore white underwear. Bras, panties, petticoats. Even the coming of age and compulsory and eagerly awaited (to our teenage minds) “step-in.” (South African version of th...
January 10, 2018
I have a morning “Happy Chair” and an afternoon “Happy Chair.”
My morning “Happy Chair” is an old wingback. Bought at a garage sale circa 1994. Upholstered in a faded, silvery, pinkish, bluish flame pattern. The “in” thing at the time.
It’s positioned next to a fireplace...
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