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THE STORIES AND GLORIES OF HUGGING A STRANGER A DAY … AND OTHER LIFE LESSONS

Ida Adams

Writer/Dreamer. Not of this world. Just passing through. Lover of All Creatures Great and Small. Unapologetic Christian.

We Have Three Rescue Dogs With Toilet Issues

We Have Three Rescue Dogs With Toilet Issues

And we were living on our boat for the summer. Our ten-year-old Lhasa Apso, Mikhail, rescued in 2014, and named after the great Russian ballet dancer, Mikhail Baryshnikov, has a hard time doing what should be done. He gets a dessert spoon or more of cooked pumpkin in...

I Somehow Always Need Help

I Somehow Always Need Help

Especially when I go shopping with a five-pound toy poodle I have a love/hate relationship with self-checkout machines. Somehow, I always, but always need help. Does that mean I’ve thrown in the towel, madly waving a white flag, determined that I will never again...

When Hanging On for Dear Life Gets New Meaning

When Hanging On for Dear Life Gets New Meaning

But when I Am weak Is when He Is strongOutside my study window, the wind is doing The Dance of The Tree Branches. Verse One goes Up and Down, Around and Side to Side, while the second verse starts: “Let’s see how many branches we can break off.”Hanging onAt the end of...

She Wants All The Books On Her To-Read List In Her Casket

She Wants All The Books On Her To-Read List In Her Casket

My mother wants what? “You heard me. She wants the books, the ones in her study piled one on top of the other, every single one of them, in her coffin.” My son collapsed in the nearest chair. “But she already wants the ashes of all her pets in there as well. How are...

True Tales of Rescued Dogs and More

True Tales of Rescued Dogs and More

A tiny foster-based rescue is fighting for survival Jasper’s story Westport, Upstate NY — July 2022 He bounced off the transport van from Louisiana, bounced into the car, and bounced onto my husband’s lap. That was all that was needed. Jasper had arrived. I contacted...

We Have Three Rescue Dogs With Toilet Issues

We Have Three Rescue Dogs With Toilet Issues

And we were living on our boat for the summer. Our ten-year-old Lhasa Apso, Mikhail, rescued in 2014, and named after the great Russian ballet dancer, Mikhail Baryshnikov, has a hard time doing what should be done. He gets a dessert spoon or more of cooked pumpkin in...

I Somehow Always Need Help

I Somehow Always Need Help

Especially when I go shopping with a five-pound toy poodle I have a love/hate relationship with self-checkout machines. Somehow, I always, but always need help. Does that mean I’ve thrown in the towel, madly waving a white flag, determined that I will never again...

When Hanging On for Dear Life Gets New Meaning

When Hanging On for Dear Life Gets New Meaning

But when I Am weak Is when He Is strongOutside my study window, the wind is doing The Dance of The Tree Branches. Verse One goes Up and Down, Around and Side to Side, while the second verse starts: “Let’s see how many branches we can break off.”Hanging onAt the end of...

Do You Remember To Thank God For Your Gift Of Faith

Do You Remember To Thank God For Your Gift Of Faith

Do I reflect on and thank God for my gift of faith? As so often, the daily 3-minute reflection by the Jesuits brought me up short. The reading was - “Does, then, the one who supplies the Spirit to you and works mighty deeds among you do so from works of the law or...

Some Monarchs Did Not Get The Memo To Go to Mexico

Some Monarchs Did Not Get The Memo To Go to Mexico

I wanted to give a short-fun-filled life to those that stayed I’ve subsequently decided I’m bat-shit crazy. It’s not as if I didn’t know what I was getting into. I‘ve been there before. Pre-pandemic That’s how I classify my life nowadays. There’s life before the...

The Day God Put Me Firmly Into My Place

The Day God Put Me Firmly Into My Place

St. Paul said:  For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing (Romans 7:19). My morning walks with my dogs are sacred. It’s my time to communicate with God and tell his all my woes and heartaches. Share my...

A Dreadful Smell Woke Me in the Wee Hours of the Morning

A Dreadful Smell Woke Me in the Wee Hours of the Morning

A not so ordinary day in the life of a boater I didn’t move. Maybe I was dreaming. I do have strange and vivid dreams. But the soft tinkle of an ID tag rubbing against a rabies tag and joined by a dog license tag reaffirmed my worst fears. Next came the furious...

Confront Your Darkest Fears With Light

Confront Your Darkest Fears With Light

Let there be light. I will never minimize the bursts of light that have come my way during my life so far and still come. However, my main source of light is not of this world, just as I am not. I’m just passing through. Heading for that Light that is God. No cupboard...

The Poodle Who Fell Into Dark Waters

The Poodle Who Fell Into Dark Waters

Our poodle likes walking on the edge of the dock My past ranges from cringe-worthy incidents to other failures, successes, joy, and even tragedy. I do look back sometimes and reflect, especially the times I have fallen; I will never forget those who have pulled me...

It’s Okay To Let Go of a Dream and Just Be in the Present

It’s Okay To Let Go of a Dream and Just Be in the Present

The present moment is all I have As I pray, I can only connect with God in the present moment, not in the past, not worrying about the future. It took me decades to embrace this truth as expressed so beautifully in The Sacrament of the Present Moment by...

How Real Is Your God?

How Real Is Your God?

God is my constant companion. “Do you not know that you are a temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?”(1 Corinthians 3:16, NKJV). I walk with Him. I talk to Him. I guess it would be scary if it weren’t so much fun having Him hang around. Sometimes,...

Why I No Longer Listen to Nessun Dorma

Why I No Longer Listen to Nessun Dorma

Nick [email protected] And who am I to judge — Let no one sleep I love music. My earliest memories of my parents revolve around music. Singing after home worship on a Sunday evening. Those old hymns. The one my mother would not play because I always started crying....

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