Imagination is a wonderful thing, a mystery. It can take you anywhere, to any place, at any time. Children know this. Teachers of young children know this. So do moms and grandmas. One of the things I miss most of all, since my son was grown a long time ago, my grandchildren are long past […]
Sep 18, 2019
It Almost Didn’t Happen
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We’ve read stories about artists who suffer greatly, trying to represent on canvas or paper the picture they have in their minds. Many of them try and try again before they let the picture be seen by the public. Writers suffer the same way. Sometimes, the exact words just don’t seem to be available. […]
Sep 17, 2019
The Time Tunnel
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Go with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at the remains of a small, wood house. […]
Sep 16, 2019
Puddles and Ponderings
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When I was a child, Dad had a pond below the house by the barn. I used to drop a rock in that pond and watch the circles spread. Small circles at first, but spreading wider and wider. Life experiences are like that rock. They disturb the small surface of the pond and spread, sometimes […]
Sep 14, 2019
Darkness Before Dawn
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Do you ever wake in the darkness before dawn and lie in bed, just thinking? Those hours waiting for sunrise have been written about by many people. It’s in those moments that thoughts, both good and bad, come creeping. Things that we suppress during the day find this is a good time to keep us […]
Sep 10, 2019
I Can’t Do One Thing About It!
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Frustrating, isn’t it–those things you want so much to change, but you can’t. People’s attitudes, broken things, wrong ideas, hurtful happenings, injustices and heartbreaks. The world is full of them, so much so that it makes blood pressures rise and hearts ache. The most exasperating of all, though, is the fact that I can’t do […]
