Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. An excerpt from Shakespeare’s Richard III. The Winter of Our Discontent. The title of the last novel written by John Steinbeck. A phrase … More winter of my discontent
Where I’m going is not necessarily up to me. Unless. Unless I disregard the good of all others but myself. Then I can decide. I’ve always wondered why everyone doesn’t live in San Diego. It was six degrees in my town this morning. Why would I choose to be here? I am a warm weather … More where?
This is the harshest January I remember. It’s beyond cold outside. The ground is covered in snow. Navigating the streets is not easy. More harsh weather is forecasted. Like the outdoor elements, I am cold myself. Figuratively freezing inside, like a brisk wind is blowing through my mind. Frazzled, feeling like something fragile that’s … More brisk
Tonight I find myself alone. Not necessarily by choice, but by circumstance. But I’m choosing not to complain. I’m instead deciding to utilize the time in doing things I enjoy. Yesterday I bought a canvas with the intent of creating a wall hanging for my bathroom. There’s a piece of wall up there that I’ve … More a blank canvas
I looked up the definition of exhaust. When used as a verb it means: drain (someone) of their physical or mental resources; tire out. Or here’s another: use up (resources or reserves) completely. Synonyms are: overtire fatigue weary tire drain consume finish deplete spend empty drain Honestly, I can relate to this verb. I am … More exhaust
Here’s the analogy: Life is similar to a staircase. We keep climbing, striving, going up and up. Moving towards goals. Moving towards the end. Yet I’ve stopped climbing. I’ve reached a floor, maybe the fourth. Maybe the forty-fifth. It doesn’t matter so much the number. But I can’t locate the staircase. I’m wandering around, lost, … More staircase
My mind sometimes goes back to my childhood and teen years and recalls words spoken to me. You know, those memorable items parents, teachers and friends said to you. Maybe I don’t remember the exact context. Maybe in my mind it’s now a paraphrase. But I remember the gist. A day or so ago I … More smile
Lonely. Icy. Gray. It’s not yet Winter. The season changes officially on December 21. Yet it’s cold, literally below freezing outside my home. So, it might as well be. I’m not sure exactly why, but Winter disheartens me. I’m a bit afraid of it. It’s unpredictable. It’s dark more than it’s light. It brings the … More not yet winter
Our daughter is in Jabez this weekend. Jabez, Kentucky, that is. Apparently Jabez is the first stop on her trip abroad. Allie plans to be a foreign exchange student next school year. We have completed and turned in her application. She has ranked the countries she’d like to live in 1-10. Plus, she’s noted the … More to Jabez and beyond
I currently have three journals going. By that I mean actual books I write in. They serve different purposes. I won’t go into all the differences, but I will say this….. I’m particular as to what pen I use in two of them. In fact, after having one of them since January of 2011, I … More I don’t usually write with a Sharpie
