“When you’re a baby, you are God-like.” These—the words from a well-known Episcopalian priest. For some, those words are shocking. Maybe edging heresy. But for me, it was like new flavor of double-creamed-ice-cream.
Cool. Refreshing. Thick. Delicious.
Melting inside and making me…happy.
His words made my mind wander. Wander with me for a moment… Continue reading »
Today’s post is a bit different. It’s a collection of wisdom taken from a book that took me f.o.r.e.v.e.r. to read. It’s title: ”The Greatest Salesman in the World” by Og Mandino. (if you have time, listen to Og’s story 
Sitting in a group with others, my mind is completely distracted with
My friend owned a day-spa. Seriously, this is a great friend to have. I was her guinea-pig when it came to new techniques and treatments (for free no less).
The sound of an out-of-tune guitar strummed by an obnoxious four-year old jolts me.
“The man who threw the rock was ‘remorseful’ and fully cooperative,” said a
My husband says, “Weeds again?” as I toss a baby lettuce and field-greens salad.
Grandma stared off in the distance— maybe a sea and lifetime away—as the voices of a dozen Mennonite children angelically sang, “…stille nacht, heilige nacht…” an old German song.
The icebreaker topic “what are your traditions/what are you doing for Christmas Eve and Day?” felt like ice in my veins. I told myself to buck-up and get my happy face on so I’d be ready to breeze through my turn.
I don’t like dogs. Tomatoes are gross. And I refuse to have regret.
They already have their Christmas lights up. Wrong. It’s just wrong.
It’s infuriating when someone takes claim/credit for your hard work.
Right now, I’m breathing air at 7,000 feet. In Abiquiu, New Mexico.