flame mirrored in wax softens dark, long evenings holds vigil with me




The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: It’s Not This Time of Year Without…
flame mirrored in wax softens dark, long evenings holds vigil with me




The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: It’s Not This Time of Year Without…
Susie from Susie Lindau’s Wild Ride blog has introduced a #Blessed Project on her website, aimed at encouraging us to “count our blessings,” so to speak. Her suggestion is as follows:
“Sometime between now and December 18th take a break and make a blessed project list. This will remind you of what makes you happy. We can only think about one thing at a time, so this project should hip-check negative thoughts out of your cranium for a while. Endorphins will fill the space. Can you feel it?”
I love the idea! Here is my first list of things for which I am thankful. (There may be more to follow. I have been blessed a LOT!)
I am blessed by:
abundance…

supportive family and friends…

diverse interests…

new beginnings and hope…

resilience…

strength to keep reaching toward the light…

and seasons that each bring their own beauty!

I wish you all a #blessed Thanksgiving Day and every day!
What do you count as your blessings?

which came first,
the clouds dropping water
upon the ground,

or the ground water evaporating
into clouds?

did it start out as a fog,
neither of the clouds
nor of the ground?

perhaps it began as ice…

or frost…

however the magic began,
I am glad
for the way it dances

and quenches our thirst for life.

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Magic

when I wring my hands they lose their ability to reach out and help


the sixth stage of grief acceptance may bring comfort “What’s next?” leads to hope

Sometimes the biggest challenges in life become easily doable if we can just get a leg up.
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Tiny

“On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”
~ H. L. Mencken (1880-1956)
As yet I cannot comprehend
the ills that have been ordained,
nor how they came to be,
nor how anyone justifies these creeds.
As yet I cannot see a way
to fight these ills that threaten me,
that threaten us,
and our children
and their children,
and this innocent Earth
with the bounty she so selflessly shares
while we systematically poison her.
As yet I cannot rightly communicate
my utter, utter dismay.
So for today
as I struggle to comprehend,
as I struggle for words,
as I struggle to fathom a response,
I will honor my speechlessness
and I will weep.