A weekly gathering space for widows To be & to grow, as we cook our way to inner peace. To become a widow is to set…
This is a post for those who have loved and lost – you may be absolutely ok 354 days of the year, I know I Am but on anniversaries, well you know, it’s ok to dwell a little
I am just a piece of fluff Blowing in the wind We all break down We blow around Until it rains Not so good, for fluff…
With reflection, tonight I get to count the blessings of love, support, companionship and inspiration: I will go to bed on a sleepy high.
One Sunday when you’ve had enough of the repeat repeat of the weekday weekend treadmill, try jotting down some points of what’s great and not so great about it all. You might be surprised at what’s revealed, or where your daydreaming takes you
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face
The future is made the day you dream it and by the time it arrives, you will be ready to embrace it with open arms.
You can have anything you want, but you can’t have everything, that’s just how it goes!
Isn’t it funny where your mind takes you when you have nothing to do. Today I was thinking about where I’m going and how am I getting there..Great idea, but the power went out! Argh, no cooking, no shower, no TV, no reading
My son had an accident last weekend, he burnt his forehead and hands in a flash flame, caused by a tiny cinder that floated by him. “If only I just went home.”…I am amazed at how fast he is healing, but I shouldn’t be.