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AUTUMN LEAVES, TWO OLD AND WISE CREPE MYRTLES, AND ME.

AUTUMN LEAVES, TWO OLD AND WISE CREPE MYRTLES, AND ME.

AUTUMN LEAVES, TWO OLD AND WISE CREPE MYRTLES, AND ME. They’re tired, these trees. Probably planted when the house was built in 1978. They long ago lost that first bloom of youth. That abundant flowering come spring. Their limbs are scraggly. Funky sticks going in all...
FOLLOW ME!

FOLLOW ME!

FOLLOW ME! I’m a kid again. Playing Follow My Leader. Somehow it was always the most popular kid leading. IOW – Not me. I’m a young adult at a party. Dancing The Congo. I join the line. We snake out the dance hall, through the garden, onto a table (yup!), around...
OUTWARD EVIDENCE OF INWARD CHANGE.

OUTWARD EVIDENCE OF INWARD CHANGE.

OUTWARD EVIDENCE OF INWARD CHANGE. I wonder how the world sees me. Galatians 5:22-23 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.” Are these traits evident in my life? If not, is the fact...
SUNRISE TO SUNSET.

SUNRISE TO SUNSET.

SUNRISE TO SUNSET. And all the years in between. Birth to Death. Light to Dark. The Alpha and The Omega. I don’t even know where I was going with these thoughts. My deepest sorrow is so long ago and so safely tucked away. That darkest patch of all. And yet I grieve. I...
MAYBE I CAN MEDITATE AFTER ALL….

MAYBE I CAN MEDITATE AFTER ALL….

MAYBE I CAN MEDITATE AFTER ALL…. Feeling better by Sunday night, I decided to go to mass Monday at noon. Church won’t be full so less likelihood of infecting my fellow parishioners. Only, as I discovered at 9.00 am on Monday morning, mass was at 8.30. Such is the life...