A while ago, maybe a year, maybe more, a friend of mine typed these words in a text message: Don’t look back. You can never look back. He was giving me advice in the form of song lyrics. Whether he remembers telling me this, I doubt. But I’m pretty sure he’d say the same thing … More never look back
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
Upon a Sunny Day 