Everyday I walk the same path. There has been a piece of wood lying on the side walk for a while - weathered and grey. I often wonder where it came from. I don't pay much attention to it except to make sure I am not stepping on it. Nonetheless, today I was surprised to … Continue reading Beauty from ashes
Category: Life
An alphabet book for the rest of us
A is for Amen B is for Blessing C is for Courage D is for Dare E is for Empathy F is for Faith G is for God H is for Happiness I is for Inspire J is for Joy K is for Kindness L is for Love M is for Mercy N is for … Continue reading An alphabet book for the rest of us
Deeply Rooted
The weather was perfect today - Cherry and I went for a stroll. We passed by a creek and stood there for a while enjoying the music made by the creek. I noticed some trees around the creek. Some were slanted but firmly rooted on the ground. Others were straight and also firmly rooted. No … Continue reading Deeply Rooted
Past perfect
I love earrings and have quite a collection. This summer I picked up a few gorgeous beauties from C&A, Paris and have worn them almost everyday. Kiddo borrows earrings from me every now and then and did so last week. I was surprised to find one of my favorite ones unhinged. I tried putting it … Continue reading Past perfect
I am a bit confused
I am so glad that the US is taking severe steps to put an end to vaping. I am thinking why not ride the wave and put an end to smoking, drinking and recreational use of substances for everyone? Are they any better than vaping that they have escaped scrutiny? A bit confused as to … Continue reading I am a bit confused
Have 2 Get
I get to go to work (when work feels like a burden) I get to drive my own car (traffic or otherwise) I get to walk Cherry and witness her joy (when I have to stop what I am doing and walk her) I get to live under a roof supported by four walls (when … Continue reading Have 2 Get
Night blooming Cereus
I picked an object that witnessed 9/11 (I chose St. Patrick's Cathedral) and described 9/11 from its perspective. I am one hundred and forty years old, born in 1878, and built from wood, nails, and love. The workers hammered all day, wiping their sweaty foreheads, and I took their energy and grew on it. I … Continue reading Night blooming Cereus
