Pink…with a hint of orange in the glow that was a beacon to the light that glistened off the castle. Ruins… but still emanating the thrill of first sight… first chance as the sun crested over the river. What could it be…. what was this glow that captivated and drew in the observer? For just … More The Changing Light…
I was home alone, it was a quiet day, and I kept hearing odd sounds coming from above my head… on my tin roof. Plink.. plink… bam..kerpunk It sounded like someone was up there.. It is not December, so it can’t be Santa with his mischievous reindeer.. so what in the world? This needed further … More The end of the weekend…
When your kid is driving 40 hours back to his home base, and you keep texting him… but there is no answer. The anxiety and mixed up prayer requests explode within your inner radar, and you find yourself begging for the Almighty to let your son arrive safely to his destination. It’s the not knowing… … More The inner thoughts that roll around…
It arrives unexpectedly, and It’s never welcome. The darkness.. I see it in his eyes, the way it furrows his brow, and obliterates his pupils. I watch with careful deliberation , and everything within me aches to take his pain away. I cannot… It is not mine to relinquish. I have learned much, and yet … More The Hurting Mind…
The heaviness and humidity in the air hangs like thick jello pudding, dripping off your skin, sticky, and uncomfortable. That sensation that comes upon you in the summer time when even the bugs can’t be bothered to fly about, because the air just feels too oppressive. The only expedient solution would be to dip ones’ … More The Tangled Garden….
The lightness of the air as I stepped off the plane immediately brings a smile to my face. The familiarity of this airport, and the nostalgia for this area is welcoming, and haunting all at once. Memories cascade in of running a little girl up and down the corridors at high speed, brown curls blowing … More More than a picnic….
Queen of the North, is just one of the titles that she has been given, She/He is a son, a friend, a brother, a nephew, a cousin, and a grandson too. She is known as Brooklyn Hytes, a drag queen, and happens to be my cousin Brock, who was my perfect little ring bearer in … More What a drag….
It is located in Turkey, this Mount Ararat. This is the spot where we read in Genesis, that Noah, and his family, and the ark finally came to rest after being tossed by the waves for 40 days and 40 nights. This mountain looks majestic and beautiful, and looms large, and triumphant.. quite the spot … More Finding my Mount Ararat….
The news feed today proclaims some not great updates for the day. There will be rain, on an already flooded landscape. There is a possibility of snow and ice pellets on are area where power has been recently shut off, and the land is fully and over abundantly saturated with water . They are calling … More Diaries from the port-a-potty …
Walking up the road with two dogs this morning there was a feeling of foreboding in the air. The sky was grey, and the air felt damp. The river seemed to be gathering anger. Being ill prepared is not a situation to want to find myself in. What do I know about Spring flooding, and … More A flood of kindness…
Jilly Brandon 