Meditating can be good or it can be bad, but it’s important to remember where we’ve been. This post is from four years ago but I still meditate, ruminate, remember, and look back. Ruminating means about the same thing as meditating except that ruminating could refer to a cow chewing her cud slowly, swallowing, burping and […]
Feb 25, 2017
The Hope of Tomorrow
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When night closes in, what would we do without the hope of tomorrow? Yesterday, I tucked another day away and put it in my box of memories. As the sun slid westward, people began returning home from work, the cardinal family came to the bird feeders for a bit of supper, and those busy squirrels, whose diet […]
Feb 19, 2017
A Fanciful Flight in Fantastic Proportions
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I scooted away from the computer, stretched, and gazed out my window. The Irish Sea pounded against the rocky shore line, far below me. Gulls wheeled and cried and a brisk breeze moved the curtains. It was always a good feeling to finish yet another cozy mystery, a warm feeling, yet a bit lonely. The […]
Feb 15, 2017
The Angels We Cannot See
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Do You Believe in Angels? A friend and I were visiting yesterday. She was feeling discouraged and sad because of some things over which she had no control. She was worried but she is a Christian and was reminding herself that God knows her troubles. We all feel overwhelmed sometimes and have no idea which […]
Feb 12, 2017
The Chase Down Deertrack Hill
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A mile before reaching Deertrack Hill, those headlights moved even closer. In the mirror, the car reminded me of a dark monster with glowing eyes. Lightning flashed and I got a better look. I gasped and Mom turned toward me. “What is it, Darcy?” My throat felt dry. “That car following us, Mom; I can’t […]
Feb 9, 2017
Blessings for Grandmas
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A lot of blessings come along with being a grandma. The biggest blessing is grandchildren–those little guys and gals who remind us of our own children when they were that age. Grandmas have time to listen to what happened at school and they don’t scold when an exuberant grandchild runs through the house. Grandmas admire works of […]
