Let’s Try This Again

Well, I’m back, at least I think I am. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been here. I hope you all are doing well. It’s been a crazy couple of years. And as much as I thought I could write about life’s journey through thick and thin, I was wrong. Oh well.

As my dad would say, ‘You’ll have this’.on to GA

Now it’s time to start over. I’ll fill in on the journey along the way. First I need to go through this blog and revamp some of it. Much has changed, and continues to do so. So, as I sift through the pages here, I’m sure to find things I’ve written that need to be tweaked or sent off to cyber trash, wherever deleted items run off to once we hit that button. It also appears as if I need to relearn WordPress as some of this has changed while I was gone as well. I think I may make a new site as well for photos and the like, if I can find the pile that disappeared with a missing micro sd-card. Not so happy about that one. I was tripping over that tiny thing until I went to put it in the replacement phone when it arrived on Friday. When I least expect it, it will show up again, unless of course if the dog ate it. haha, not kidding about that one. He’s the newest addition and has been a bit of a handful. You’ll here about him soon enough.

In the meantime, blessings to all, and forgive any mess as this site begins some reconstruction, pretty much like my life…


On Paradigm Shifts 2

When in the midst of a paradigm shift

after having sat on the proverbial ledge

for the appropriate amount of time,

breathing suddenly becomes easier and

we find

that we haven’t lost as much as we’d imagined

and all good things have been kept in their rightful place

at least till the next round

I Dared to Dream a Dream….

I tried to reblog this last night.. but for the first time, did not come through. I love this rendering of the passage of the woman with the alabaster box. I encourage you to place yourself in the story…. don’t just be a third party looking in….

Raw Fruit

She thought of him as the Beautiful One.

Odd designation for a man, to be sure. And at first glance, his face was not handsome; he would not appear exceptional, were it not for the multitudes following and crowding him.

She had seen him days earlier, surrounded by his close friends and the usual crush of the desperate, the merely curious, and the antagonistic. She entered the crowd and was bounced about like driftwood on a sea of bodies. Yet when she was able to push her way close, she sensed immediately he was not like other men she had known. There was strength, yes, bordering on the sternness she had always experienced from her father and brothers. But this strength had another quality. Gentleness and kindness also surrounded him like the air, blew as a breeze of sweet aroma, the atmosphere perfumed around the the rugged contours of his face.

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