Image by Patou Ricard from Pixabay I’ve been hemming and hawing for weeks (or months), the pendulum swaying […]
What is this “uneasiness” I’ve been feeling lately? What am I doing differently at the moment, since the […]
This chair was abandoned on a bridge near my house and I thought of the Pull up a […]
Tiny blossoms are springing forth on the flowering plum tree.
An American business man was vacationing in a small coastal fishing village. One morning he stood on the pier and watched as a small boat docked. Inside the boat was one fisherman with several large yellowfin tuna. He complimented the man on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
“Only a little while,” the fisherman said.
“Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” The business man asked.
I think the definition of artist is a bit enigmatic. I’ve never called myself an artist. I’ve said things like “this is some art I created,” or “I love to create art,” but that’s as far as it goes. I think the first explanation that pops into my head is the fact that I don’t use pencils, pens, or even brushes (although that may change after the new semester).
—A Page in My Journal My best friend went to cosmetology school when she was eighteen, and I […]
It’s been tough for me to post lately. Considering the old saying “if you don’t have anything nice […]
“The tiny seed knew that in order to grow, it needed to be dropped in dirt, covered in […]
As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, […]
Be kind to yourself while blooming. I know sometimes it feels like your soul doesn’t always fit. It’s […]
We must remember that everything in this world has God’s fingerprints on it—and that alone makes it special. […]
The quieter you become, the more you hear. My mood today is relaxed and I’m going to do […]
Hurry always empties a soul. Ann Voskamp Today my mood was: HURRIED. What’s funny about the word hurry is that […]
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. George Carlin
When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the […]
Today… my mood is contemplative. Most definitely!
Oh endless anticipation I dream of what’s to come I miss entire symphonies while beating my own drum The […]
In spite of all the madness in those days (the crazy 80’s), I held down a job for […]