In Memory…I hate those words. I still feel my friends that have gone before me. Their life force, words, actions, and love still live in my life. It’s not, in memory. It’s, in life. I may not be able to touch the life with any of my physical senses. It’s still a life. I still feel the life and love in my bones. My spirit senses their spirit.
Milly’s Realm has shifted again. This is the first Christmas Eve in decades that I haven’t stuffed my own stocking! It feels a little weird.
Have you ever been hit by God’s sledgehammer? I have but this one drove me to my knees in gratitude. This is how my Advent became my season of gratitude.
It seems “Ambush” has become the new party game. I see this new game at work and on television. It seems everybody has an opinion and they enjoy ambushing people with it. But at a party where you are guest? Really Milly? What were you thinking to fall for that!
Early in my career in government work I had a recurring dream for a few weeks. In the dream sequence I sat in my cubicle filling out paperwork. Then I passed the completed paperwork out of the top of the cubicle. All was good as the paper continued to fall on the desk from somewhere above like snowflakes. Continue reading “Drowning in Paper!”
1. Something happening or changing swiftly; 2. Something very destructive; 3. A column of air rotating rapidly around a core of low pressure. [Ref. Encarta Dictionary] Pretty much describes the last week of my life – a whirlwind. The week has been an exhilarating, thrilling, rousing, overwhelming, stressful, kind of week. Continue reading “Whirlwind”
This week felt like a major strategy session. The mission is the taming Milly’s Chaotic Crazy Christmas Traditions. I spent most of the year ignoring the Big “C.” Then after my Blackened Friday, I decided some decisions had to be made. My first reaction was to pull out my ‘Nuclear Option:’ Skip Christmas 2016 altogether. Continue reading “Plotting Christmas”
I’m thinking about the holiday season got me thinking about hunting and gathering.