Sometimes I forget about rain. And then it rains. Like right now. It’s currently raining. A soft rain. Not associated with a storm. It rarely rained in my hometown. So all those years, growing up, I never became familiar with rain. It was always a luxury. A special treat. No one owned an umbrella. When … More sometimes I forget
I have contemplated this entry for a while. I have not written anything yet for a few reasons. The main one being it took time to process my thoughts. Another is that I’m still processing my thoughts. Yet, I think it’s important to go ahead and put something out there. And…I’m reminded one doesn’t have … More trip talk
I am a song lyric person. I believe I’ve mentioned it before in my blog. When I hear a song, I often think of a person. I relate the song, based on the lyrics, to a person I know or have known. Not always, but sometimes. Often, actually. Brown Eyed Girl. A classic. And I … More brown eyed girl
It’s not often I do this. But every once in a while, I become obsessed with some photo from the past or some card someone once gave me or some other item that, if it still exists, is buried deep within a box in my closet. And I begin searching. Rummaging. Trying with all my … More not often
I find myself in the middle. Between. What’s happened and what’s going to happen. Memorial Day weekend is a passage, so to speak. Right? Between spring and summer. Which is where I currently am. Sunday evening. Before dinner. Sitting here typing and considering. Jazz playing while my son cooks. There’s a haziness to what’s ahead. … More in between
It’s fairly easy, if you have a bent towards being anxious, to ruin a good day. I’ve found that to be true. It’s also though, truly amazing, that I often experience a day or a portion of a day and think….wow, what a gift! My son graduated college on Saturday, and of course, I expected it … More small gifts
My son graduates college on Saturday. A milestone. A happy occasion. And I am just that. A friend recently asked me how I feel about it. I had to think about it then. Process a bit before I came to the conclusion. Proud. Pleased. Old. Especially old. A song. Over and over in my head. … More don’t think twice
Easter week. I haven’t made it a habit, as of late, to write about the spiritual. Except that I believe everything is spiritual. Everything important anyway. Everything we feel and hope for. And that’s generally what I write about. But specific mention of a spiritual journey. I’ve abstained from that for a while. Mainly because … More human
I was reminded today. If the Church does what the Church was created to do. The neighborhood church. Open the door. Let a kid walk in. Read. Eat dinner or a snack. Listen. Teach a bit even if. Doesn’t matter if the decor looks like grandma’s. Doesn’t matter if the pastor is not a “jeans … More neighborhood church
A couple things….. Sometimes I write. And it’s not exactly my normal blog entries. Sometimes it’s sort of poetry. Sort of not. Because who’s to say what poetry is, exactly. My writings aren’t necessarily Chaucer would be proud material but I’m alright with that. This morning I found myself, out of partial want and partial obligation, … More holy week Tuesday
Upon a Sunny Day 