Sometimes inhibitions are good. For instance, this morning I feel like going into the yard and singing, “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning!” loudly and enthusiastically. However, I won’t. That would be disturbing the peace to say nothing of causing people to wonder about my mental state. Inwardly, though, I’m singing because this is summertime. Trees […]
Jul 16, 2021
And the Sky Was Dark and Lowering
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The sky is, indeed, dark and lowering this morning. The day isn’t getting brighter; it looks more like coming nightfall. St. Swithin’s Day was yesterday and we had no rain; happily, I think the good saint is about to be proved wrong, but that’s okay with me. We need rain. A cousin called last night. […]
Jul 9, 2021
Drooping a Little
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An early bird robin is on my front lawn. He runs a few feet, stops, and listens, looking for those early worms. He’s not as bright and shiny as he was in April. This time of year, robins have cared for one or two nests of babies and it’s a tiring business. However, he keeps […]
Jun 21, 2021
Elementally Being
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When I went on the deck earlier, the sky was cloudy, the morning was humid, but, no rain. After going back into the house, I heard it start–the first raindrops. Immediately, problems receded, troubles hid their faces, and for a few moments, I simply relished the sound, the scent, the feel of raindrops. The rain […]
Sep 15, 2020
Hurricane!
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Thankfully, I don’t live in an area that is threatened by hurricanes; however, many people do. It’s a danger that they live with. This hurricane season seems to be a particularly busy one. This morning, Hurricane Sally is pummeling the Gulf Coast. It’s extremely sad to me that, despite all the warnings and precautions, there […]
Jun 12, 2020
How About Your Soul?
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June is a summer month, but, all too soon, the warm, lazy days of summer will pass and the chilly winds of autumn will be upon us. I hope I can keep the warmth of summer in my soul, though, to remember when darkness comes early and the flowers fade. And, imagination–the spirit that can’t […]
