Where thoughts flow like fresh brew
We are not alone with our feelings, imperfections, and struggles and that alone makes us all the same. Disease, love, hunger, hope, death....none of it distinguishes between religions, skin color, gender, education, jobs....and neither should we.
There is no report card in life. Nobody is going to give you a gold star for hitting some theorized point of achieving a standard. We all live. We all die. Plain and simple.
You can make a flower bed and grow beautiful flowers, but if you don’t tend to it regularly, it will soon be overrun by weeds.
Though we had intended for about an hour’s walk, this new path allowed us to dip our feet (multiple times) into the cool waters of the mountain....
I have seen inspirational pictures saying “don’t let your past define your future.” Though I understand the message that is being conveyed, the truth is, our past does define us. Our past makes us who we are today,
My ability to stay positive was quickly slipping as I realized more changes would soon be on the way; I felt the slippery slope of depression hugging at the corner of my spirit.
People say they can’t wait for things to return to normal, but I truly hope it doesn’t return. Normal wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy for our minds, bodies,or spirits. It wasn’t good for our world.
As I entered the paper goods aisle I was confronted by section after section of empty space. Other shoppers were in the aisle looking just as awestruck as I. Fortunately, a couple of large cardboard boxes held a dozen packs of the super generic brand of the commodity that had overnight become more precious than gold.
A new year means a new beginning, a chance to reevaluate where you’re going and where you’ve been, and to change what you don’t like. It signifies a fresh start, sparks a glimmer of hope, and allows us to leave behind those things which we feel are weighing us down. Overall, the first day of… Continue reading 20/20 Vision
I used to love the holidays. It was magical and exciting. Now….now I find they are this strange production that takes a feat of strength and determination to organize and survive. However, when Christmas morning arrives, I find that I am still as giddy as a little child despite all the things I didn’t get… Continue reading What Can I give?
