And Invisible Visitor

And Invisible Visitor

  This is a re-print of a St. Pat’s Day post I wrote a few years back. It’s still a good memory for me. I hope you enjoy reading about an exciting leprechaun tale of a good many years ago. “God needed laughter in the world, So he made the Irish race, For they can […]

A Wild, Completely Imaginary St. Pat’s Story

A Wild, Completely Imaginary St. Pat’s Story

  Warning: Best read with tongue in cheek. An Amazing Leprechaun Story  Some of you may remember that four and a half years ago, I made a trip to Ireland. It was the fulfillment of a lifetime dream. Ireland is a mystical country and, when the mist lies low on the hills and the shamrocks […]

Cleaning Out That Junky Attic

Cleaning Out That Junky Attic

  A friend of mine is getting ready to move to a different location. She is going through everything in her house, deciding what she wants and what she doesn’t want. I don’t think she has an attic, but if she did, she’d be sorting through it, keeping, discarding. Why can’t we do that with memories? […]

Sunrise

Sunrise

“My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning” (Psalm 130:6). Something about sunrise and mornings brings hope. I believe it is related to a life force within us that rises, like the mercury in a thermometer, with each new day. As I read that verse from Psalm 130, I […]

The Mystery of a Small, Gray Cat

The Mystery of a Small, Gray Cat

  This morning, a small gray cat is slipping quietly through my thoughts. I think of her often, D. C., the cat who was with us the longest. She was actually my son’s cat, but she and I understood each other. She could look at me and communicate that she would like a bite of […]

Tragedy Under the Bird Feeder

Tragedy Under the Bird Feeder

  It was a quiet, winter morning. The sun shone on juncos, bluejays, chickadees, cardinals, and finches pecking at sunflower seeds in and under the bird feeder that hung from the crepe myrtle bush. Nothing about the scene hinted that a tragedy was in the making. A blur of brown swooped into my field of […]