He said, “Mom, why do you think I’m outta sorts today?” Continue reading →
Random Observations
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Jan 12
What Lifts You Up?
24
Jan 12
You Can’t See Me Until I Do
There is an undercurrent of truth seekers in the river of life. Continue reading →
2
Jan 12
A Whisper In The Trees
I stop at the top of the hill and yell for them to keep going. I want to watch them. Continue reading →
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Dec 11
Idea Magnets
Great minds discuss ideas.
Average minds discuss events.
Small minds discuss people. - Eleanor Roosevelt
Average minds discuss events.
Small minds discuss people. - Eleanor Roosevelt
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Dec 11
A Different Sort of Christmas List
Dear Santa,
I hope this letter finds you and Mrs. Claus feeling healthy, happy and optimistic about the New Year. Please know how much I appreciate the way you spread good cheer and lighten the mood in our little home.
I bought myself boots this year, Santa, so I’m covered. I’m being presumptuous, I know, but I wonder if you could see to it that our friends on the blog get some good things this year.
I’m sure you’ve noticed that they always put their own needs and wants last. Perhaps you could put them at the top of your list this year.
Christmas List
- Three foot snow drifts for those who love snow.
- Sunny skies, 70 degree temps and gentle breezes for those who can do without the white stuff.
- Enough time during the holiday to enjoy a movie or a good book with loved ones, without worrying about what ought to be done, or what needs to be done.
- Total reign over the remote, a full bag of Cheetos, and no interruptions for the length of an entire movie.
- Cards and calls from dear friends, without the pressure of having to schedule one more party or luncheon.
- Eggnog with the perfect pinch of nutmeg.
- Enough calm, quiet, peaceful moments to appreciate the good things they have.
- Excited squeals and genuine appreciation from kids who get “just what they always wanted” on Christmas morning.
- A warm conversation void of cynicism and sarcasm.
- Enough wine to add to the merriment, but not so much that they forget when to shut up.
- All their favorite foods, and the discipline to recognize when they’ve enjoyed enough.
- A cozy bed, no need to set an alarm clock, and dreams filled with all good possibilities for 2012.
- A genuine pat on the back and acknowledgement for all they’ve accomplished in 2011.
- A healthy dose of unconditional love.
- Resolution to at least one of the troubles that keep them awake at night, and the wisdom to see where they could resolve more issues.
- The perfect bite of chocolate when they think there isn’t a bite left in the house.
- Sleighs full of laughter to last the whole year through.
- A surprise in the stocking of the ones who always make sure to fill all the other stockings.
Thank you, Santa. I don’t have to tell you how deserving they are. Best wishes to you and Mrs. Claus.
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Merry Christmas friends.
Thanks for all your kind wishes this year.
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Dec 11
When Mom Is Santa
With their pinkies pointing at my face, they backed me up against the kitchen counter saying, “Pinky swear you aren’t the one bringing us presents on Christmas morning! Pinky swear to it!” Continue reading →
It’s cold outside. 8
Dec 11
If It Isn’t One Thing, It’s Your Period
They could have banished me to the old white shed. Continue reading →
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Dec 11
I Want to be a Sparkly Turquoise Scrunchy
It sat there for six days.
I couldn’t bring myself to put it away.
In my typical state of doing too many things at once, while talking to Will, brushing my teeth and straightening the bathroom, I almost tossed it in the cupboard.
But I stopped myself.
I had grown to like the look of it.
Really.
I’m okay.
I swear.
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I liked its simpleness.
I liked its sparkles.
I liked that it barely left a slight shadow.
I liked how it stood out amongst the things it sat beside.
I liked how it waited patiently until it was pressed into service.
I liked that it didn’t have an identity crisis, and knew completely and without a doubt what it was expected to do. It might be worn on a tiny wrist or twisted into a doll’s hair, but it had a single, primary function that it performed better than most anything else.
It didn’t care that it was no longer in style.
It didn’t care that it wasn’t used very often.
It levitated happily, in its place, letting its shiny threads brighten our day.
Oh… to be a Sparkly Turquoise Scrunchy.
