Early morning gratefulness. The sun streaming through the windows. I face east, and the glory of the rays fill this space , and brilliant golden hope of impossible possible things lingers. It is the day before Thanksgiving, and my cup overflows. It is almost embarrassing to smile this much . Maybe there is a need … More Bathed in gratitude….
It’s called a lachrymatory, or a tear jar . It is ” a tear jar or tear vase.” I have heard about tear jars before, and if I search on Etsy, or on the Internet, there are lots of versions of this concept. Some are large, and kinda crafty looking, while others are like this … More The Tear Jar…..
It reverberates off the walls, and echoes inside of your head. When laughter bubbles up as a brooke spills forth clear water, its’ delight is all encompassing. We recognize our peoples’ laughter and sound, and want to hear it again and again. It is their signature, as uniquely them as a finger print and their … More The sound of laughter ….
The plan to go boating takes some thinking ahead. What will the day ahead be like , and is there a chance of not so good weather? What are the odds that we will encounter water? 100% from beneath us, but what do the heavens’ above tell us? The forecast can be tenuous or it … More Rainy with a chance of sun …
I waited… in the still.. in the quiet, straining to hear when they would commence their singing. At precisely 4:10 it began. The lovely chorus strained through the closed window, and enveloped me as I lay reading an old weathered novel with dog eared pages, and coffee smudges on the cover. It is encouraging to … More Up with the birds….
His sound resonates in the early morning, and distinctively calls out a fresh start. Truly he enjoys the sound of his own voice this jaunty rooster fellow. Proud of himself and the harem he commands as the sun peaks it’s head out from the horizon. A dream come true, that’s what this is. Cool air … More “It’s all Greek to me ..”
He was her first grandchild. He was due to be born on her birthday . He decided to make an early entrance. Unpredictable ..or so it would seem, and yet in the grand scheme of things, it feels like the masterpiece of a perfect plan . Zach made his entrance on March 21st..and Mum made … More The Forever Connection…
I sat down on the painted wooden bench in the mud room determined to brave the outdoor chilly weather . This requires intention and perseverance. I don’t want to go out there, at all, and every which way I turn, there are valid excuses that I don’t have to do this …except… I know it … More The call…
The absolute wonder of it all.. this fluffy white and intricately detailed snowflakes that are falling from a rather light grey sky. It’s a tad foreboding, and yet the grey is enveloping, and makes me want to create a blanket fort on the couch, and hunker down beneath layers of soft blankets. It’s quiet, and … More All snowed in….
“Don’t run the wrong race .” This phrase was so impactful this past Sunday . I sat in church alongside my good friend Laura. It was good to be back. She had a cup of steaming hot chocolate, and I had already finished two cups of coffee ahead of time, so I was woke…or so … More “Don’t run the wrong race…”
Jilly Brandon 