Whiny Weed Kind of Morning


This is my third morning pulling weeds in the back bed. You might think I'm exaggerating but Lord, have mercy, it's nearly killing me. The biggest, baddest river rock in the land make the ground

Whiny Weed Kind of Morning2020-10-17T10:32:27-04:00

Life Speaks via Dreams


I dreamed of a garden with hidden treasures...huge stones and shells tucked behind plants ... remnants of travels across the globe... long abandoned and forgotten by the owner ... a woman who had worked with

Life Speaks via Dreams2018-06-24T07:30:17-04:00

What’s the Hurry?


The morning light casts itself upon the day. As I sit on the covered front porch and watch the hurried world drive by, I wonder 'what's the hurry?' Oh yeah, I remember the need for

What’s the Hurry?2018-06-07T08:45:17-04:00
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