Small thoughts, can often turn into bigger deeds if we pursue them. This seems to be a choice that we can make. It can be a negative flitting of sorts that interrupts our brain waves, and can sometimes drag us deep into a dark abyss of frustration before we are even conciously aware of it. … More The Little Things
Remembering….who you are, and what you are first and foremost,is something that is so needful right now. There is so much going on with people feeling so unsettled, and disappointed that their candidate of choice was not picked by them for presidency. They are riled up, to say the least, and they are rioting in … More The Art of Rembering….
“No Way!”I said incredulously…. could this package be getting returned to me again, I thought to myself. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, and chuckle outloud at this particular box. It seems that nowadays we are all buying more and more items online, and I am no different. I had found a pair of … More The Returned Package…
There she was…in all of her former glory…. She sat quietly against the old bleached wooden building, and just waited. A tractor whose best days had perhaps come and gone. I wondered at the fields she had crossed, at the pungent dirt clods that had become stuck within her treads. These old farm buildings just … More The Harvest…..
“Keeper of my heart…Jesus you are..” I’ve been obsessed with this phrase, and this song since Sunday, after hearing it performed by the band in church. I had not been to church in many moons, and I felt the urging to go this past weekend. I was disconnected, and the overwhelming and primal urge to … More Keeper of my heart….
The crunch of the gravel underneath my running shoe, echoed across the still, and silent lake. It was cold out, and my nose caught the chill, and I began to sniffle. It can be kinda unnerving to go out alone in the fog. Since my son Logan works at a Haunted House all the … More The Surrounding Fog…..
The page turns, and the edges of the book are disheveled and worn. There are coffee stains on the cover, and tear drops upon the parchment. A year has passed on the telling of her story, and the recounting of this passage shall never come this way again. These feelings are unique to the here … More The Brevity of Life……
As the day approaches, the sound of sprinklers going off and cars sliding by on the street , I breathe in the sweet richness of cool morning air. Just beyond the trees, a light orange light illuminates the branches, and there is an expectation, and wonder of what a day may bring. The glow of … More She was here….
An orange cone, or a “pylon” as my son Zach would call it. It sits alone amongst the rocks, down by the lake. It stands out in stark contrast against the grey and clay colored stones, and I find myself curious as to what is happening right there? An orange cone, means caution, or don’t … More Life under construction…
The glow from the porch light warmed her features as it shone down upon her. The air was musty and the scent was of freshly watered earth. Her daughter was leaving again. It always hurt her heart to see her depart. These early morning trips via taxi cab always pulled on her heartstrings like a … More The Early Morning Ride…
Jilly Brandon 