Summer’s Afterglow The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day Manos September is that, isn’t it…summer’s afterglow? Each spring, leaves, flowers, grass are bursting […]
May 6, 2020
Sunset Thoughts
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Ambling through my yard just after sunset, I heard a tree frog, a spring peeper, but I never did see him. These interesting little creatures have big voices. They also employ the subtle art of camouflage, so it’s hard to ever see one. Their feet acting as suction cups, they stick onto tree bark, […]
Feb 21, 2020
When Things Go Wrong
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It had been a hard day, for some reason. No earthquakes or tornadoes or devastating news, but it seemed as if a spirit of evil or a spiteful sprite had been present. A prickling word here, a worrisome conversation there, an unsettled, fearful feeling of something just out of sight, something left un-done, something […]
Jan 17, 2020
Conditioning
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Conditioning. This morning, I woke up with that word going through my mind. Do you know why? I glanced at the news on my iPad. Bad decision! I wanted to know what the volcano in the Philippines was doing and if there were more earthquakes in the States. I found out. The volcano has slowed […]
Jan 29, 2019
What Is That Song I Hear?
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As times change–fashions, cars, viewpoints, so does music. Music and rhythm are at the core of our very existence. Think about it–the rhythm of days and night, of seasons, the weather. Even the way we walk and talk has a certain rhythm and every voice has some sort of musical quality. I’ve read that […]
Aug 8, 2018
Those Mean Old Hurt Feelings
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“And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” John 8:32. And boy, what a freeing statement that is. All my life, I’ve struggled with getting my feelings hurt. And, many of the supposed hurts are just that–supposed. But whether the person who injured my exposed raw nerve ends meant […]
