I said I was starting a study on pain. Well, I admit this week I have procrastinated. The Lord has no desire to harm me but I am dragging my feet anyway. Continue reading “Dragging My Feet”
Dragging My Feet
Tag: Dad
The Door Closes:
A door closed in my life. I stepped into the sunshine. Something I haven’t been able to explain clicked. I stepped onto a new path in my journey. Continue reading “The Door Closes:”
Castles
Over the last several weeks I keep finding castles. It’s one of those things in life where a theme keeps popping up. Usually I don’t notice buildings all that much. Unless I’m sightseeing or someone points out a detail. That is why I don’t think this is a coincidence… Continue reading “Castles”
Goodbye
Or is it Hello? I’m not really sure right now. I’m not sure how I feel at the moment. I feel numb and happy and sad all at the same time. But mostly I’m numb. Continue reading “Goodbye”
Morning Drive Musing
Yesterday was exhausting! I am deep in preparation mode. Dad is still in Hospice. I feel need to get as much done as possible before he passes to the other side of life. Continue reading “Morning Drive Musing”
“RUN! RUN! HURRY! HURRY!”
This week has been like the original Zelda NES game from the 90s. Fast-forward, stop, sidle, creep, crawl, RUN! RUN! HURRY! HURRY! Slay the monsters! Continue reading ““RUN! RUN! HURRY! HURRY!””
The Gift
Think about the gifts you’ve gotten and weren’t all that thrilled about. But later the item becomes indispensable. You ended up loving it right? At my wedding I received a set of towels. It was nice but not all that exciting for a wedding gift. Continue reading “The Gift”
Thrown Away
The boomers were known as the “throw away generation.” We truly developed the idea of disposable items for convenience hence, the title. We may have taken that concept a little too far. Because the irony is we are becoming the thrown away. Continue reading “Thrown Away”
Doodling
Do you doodle? I used to. Even though I’m not an artist, like dad, sister, princes, or any number of relatives, I would doodle. If you go back as far I do, a 70s hippie-child, you’ll remember doodle art notebooks and posters? All the kids had them… Continue reading “Doodling”
