“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 […]
Dec 1, 2018
When the Storms Roared Through
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Another past President has died. President George H. W. Bush died last night in Texas. It’s always sad to see someone go and remember the times that were associated with him. Indeed, the storms roared through last night. Tornadoes touched down in places. A friend in Oklahoma had major damage from the tornado, but, […]
Sep 25, 2018
A Noise From Without
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Writing is wonderfully therapeutic. Sometimes, just writing with no particular plot in mind, letting your imagination roam, winds up with something unexpected–sort of like taking a paint brush in hand with an array of paints before you and letting your feelings flow out through the bristles of your brush. It’s, at times, unexpected, but […]
Sep 21, 2018
When the Whippoorwills Call
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I miss hearing whippoorwills and owls. I heard them often as a child, at night, with Mom and Dad in the next room and the world’s problems far away. Owls and whippoorwills are still out there, somewhere, in the dark woods at night, doing whatever night birds are supposed to do. Only thing is, I […]
Aug 24, 2018
The Magical Mystique of Mushrooms
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I don’t believe in fairies. Of course, I don’t. They show up only in children’s stories of years ago, those magical little folk who can zip through the air, who appear and disappear at will. And yet, when I wandered through the yard yesterday, I noticed the loveliest mushrooms that had appeared out of […]
Aug 5, 2018
An Owl in the Neighborhood
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Neighborhood Owl “There’s an owl in the neighborhood. I heard him late last night When the wind was wild and restless and the moon was round and white. I hurried to my window but nothing I could see Showed anyone in all the town had wakened–only me. Owls live in the forest where trees are […]
