Merry Christmas? No, not really. These lovely poinsettias have been gracing my home for nearly three months. By now, I'm tired of watering and picking up old discarded leaves. And frankly, they've never lasted this long. Usually, they get spindly and I cut the blooms, put them in a vase, and enjoy [...]
I realize I can't continue to mourn every moment in life or I'd be sad all the time. But sometimes, I think it's ok to be introspective and think about fleeting moments. The sweet and savory moments in life.
I heard the roar of the waves.... I've always been a scaredy cat though you might not know that about me. I remember the first time I saw the Pacific Ocean and we walked along the beach. Four years old, our family moved to Portland from the Midwest where there are no beaches or ocean. [...]
.... write down promises with your name or a loved one's name.....
There are many Thanksgivings I could write about, but I'm going to focus on three. Each one very precious. One..... The first Thanksgiving I'm recalling took place thirteen years ago on November 25, 2005 in a hospital room in Portland, Oregon. It was a quiet one with my first husband, Bill Rudberg. He was very ill [...]
You can hope for tomorrow, when you will enjoy the song. Whether your loss is divorce. Death. Terminal illness. Chronic illness. Loss of a job. It hurts. Badly. Unendingly. But tomorrow....comes the song.
Last Valentine's Day, my husband Jim gave me a beautiful necklace and earrings. He always does his research and carefully chooses a gift for me. I feel special nearly every day by the kind and thoughtful things he does. Last Valentine's was no exception. He knows I like red and will spend lots more on [...]
Church of the Nativity, Bethlehem We went to a Festival of Lights last evening. The lights were beautifully placed on every tree and bush in the beautiful area called The Grotto. Once a rock quarry, a priest saw the potential in the wild and woodsy spot, found a way to purchase the land, [...]
Hiking now brings back happy memories and time for contemplation. Most of the time I enjoy it, but I must confess, I’m happier when I reach the summit and not while I’m huffing and puffing up the trail.
What if believers all around the United States began to pray for their country? What might happen?
