Midnight Snow
The snow falls softly
Believe
Christmas magic is silent. You don’t hear it… You feel it. You know it. You believe it.
Postcards from Quarantine
The storm will pass…
Postcards from Quarantine
No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.
Postcards from Quarantine
We’ll laugh about the old days… and catch up on the new.
Postcards from Quarantine
A hero is an ordinary individual…
Postcards from Quarantine
A lesson for all of us… pass it on.
Hope floats
Many nights, I have been jolted awake by overwhelming anxiety. My brain is so muddled by daily news briefings, charts, graphs, dire predictions, and terrible news, that I find myself paralyzed by the unknown.
Amazing Grace
Through many dangers, toils and snares, We have already come, ‘Twas grace that brought us safe thus far, And grace will lead us home.
Can’t get my sh*t together
Lately, I’ve lost my shit. And it seems to be ALL over. And try as I might, I can’t get my shit together. Just when I have most of it scooped up and in a bucket and I think I’m on the verge of getting my shit together… the bucket springs a leak, and then…
Out here with the wild things
I am happy out here. Messy hair, dirty feet and wild water on my skin. Out here with the wild things; this is where I belong. – Brooke Hampton
Just don’t grow up so fast
There’s only so much sand in the hourglass…
So don’t grow up so fast
Shhhhhh….
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls. – Mother Teresa
For auld lang syne, my dear
Let’s face it… I have more of a chance of getting hit by a bolt of lightning while tap dancing on the barn roof, than I do of keeping any New Year’s resolutions. So this year, I’m going to be practical and set the bar low for myself and my family…real, real low. 2018 FAMILY…
Silent Night and an outbreak of spontaneous humanity
In December, 1914, the world was caught up in the horrors of World War I. But on Christmas Eve, on the battlefields of Flanders, the guns of the Allied and German troops fell silent. Soon, the sounds of war were replaced by the beautiful melody of “Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht” (“Silent Night, Holy Night”) emanating…
The Farmers in the Dell 