MY FAVORITE QUOTES
My Current WoW
Looking for the “Christmas Spirit”
As the echoes of Thanksgiving’s gratitude still linger, the anticipation of Christmas envelopes us…
Humankind & Reality
I believe we all need to, occasionally, escape from reality…
The Whisper of Now
In the bustling theater of life, mindfulness is the gentle usher, guiding us to our front-row seats in the present moment.
The Unexpected Sting of Generosity
As the warm glow of the restaurant’s lights bathed our table, laughter and the clinking of cutlery filled the air…
My Drug of Choice
As a nine-year-old, I received a Roy Rogers guitar and despite my initial excitement…
Awakening to Life’s Pivotable Moments
Life has a way of presenting us with crucial crossroads….
A Journey Through Pages
: a young boy in a tiny coal camp, surrounded by just twenty homes, feeling like he’s living on an island in the middle of nowhere….
A Selfless Act of Friendship
One holiday weekend, a dear friend found herself stranded with a flat tire, facing a four-hour drive home the next day…
Knowing Your X-Factor
Emily Dickinson said “Hope is that thing with feathers,”
Guest Missives
My Close Call… by Jane Strebel
Snake in the Grass… by Jane Strebel
Guilty as Charged… by Jane Strebel
Sick Duck… by JoAnn
Setting The Alarm… by JoAnn
Something Odd… by JoAnn
Car Shopping… by JoAnn
The Bike… by JoAnn
Mama Boo… by Jane Strebel
High-Times on the 4th Floor… by Larry Fields
AS MY WORLD TURNS
At the Acme
I picked up a grocery list someone left in their card. The last item was, "Don't forget the love", next to a drawn heart.
Reading that line a feeling unfolded in me that love's red threat runs through all things.
So, I watched to see it in action and there it was, a father, arms heavy with groceries stopping to make funny faces to soothe his crying child.
A man, hands shaking with age being helped by a young woman to bag his peaches. And, a voice in my head said
that love was a doing, a moment shared not based on schemes or profit or discourse. Love has its own discourse in the heart.
Oh, I know the risks, how love can explode in our face like gunpowder. How its quixotic riptides push us to make hurried declarations.
Or like a crowbar it can pry our heart open against our will. But now, here at the checkout line, I want to add it as a major food group -
tuck it in my bag along with the paper towels, carrots, and peas.
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