I find myself swept back into my childhood today. Memories breeze by and I try to hold them for just a moment longer. Lost before I can pull them closer but not before I can feel them in my heart…if for just the briefest of time. Time…it eludes us while marking our presence here, doesn’t …
Attitude Sickness
Some people live where the air is very thin. So high up that it must be such a laboring effort to find their next breath. Maybe that is why they are so intolerant of those “beneath them.” The bottom dwellers have only themselves to blame. The heady scent of struggling day-to-day to live. The stink of homelessness, rank …
The Painful Truth
I have never found it entertaining to watch people get hurt on tv “ video” shows. It is physically painful just watching. I have never found it entertaining to watch someone on tv in a situation that is very uncomfortable for them….it becomes very uncomfortable for me. There is an overwhelming ache of uselessness in …
This is love
There is something about staring into the eyes of a little one. Those deep pools of wide-eyed contemplation…able to stare right back with unabashed curiosity. It is a silent mutual acknowledgment between two bits of humanity… knowing that we will somehow change each other’s life in some measurable way. There is something about receiving a …
The Fragility of Life
Every day life greets me with change. Some days I welcome the newness of the day…other times I cling to that which we have long known and understood…and loved. When someone who has been part of my life since birth and who has shared in the many family milestones along the way passes…well it …
My Little Love Note
Capturing the right words to express my pure love and gratitude for you…well it is much like trying to take hold of the sweet summer breeze that gently brushes my face. A daunting task as I cherish you beyond description. Life can bring many storms upon my door. I find that you unselfishly provide me …
I knew there would come a day…
I watched her run, hair flying in the wind… barrettes clinging to but a strand of blonde hair. I knew then that there would come a day. I stood with her as she gritted her teeth and refused to cry as injections became part of her life so early on. I knew then that there …
A New Day
The promise of a new day. It nudges me awake in the wee morning hours between the sunset of yesterdays and the hopes and dreams of tomorrows. It is simply- today. Unable to determine the impending success of it, I rise to greet this unwrapped “present” and see what it has in store for …
Home
The American dream has always been to own a house. For many it is made of brick, timber or stone. The size and grandeur dictated by the needs, wants and finances of the owner. The colors carefully chosen and the effect upon the neighborhood deliberate. A house can showcase our individuality and creativity while …
The Road Less Traveled….
Facing social issues tends to cause more cramping and discomfort than constipation for many. Therefore, denial becomes the medicine that is fed by those who themselves fear evolution of the human spirit from intolerance to acceptance. I think these same individuals would certainly still shout that the earth is flat because it was so …
My whispers in the wind - Charlsey Jane 