School has let out and families are a-buzz about beach vacations. All the chatter sent my mind back to my Mediterranean beach summers.
Finally, our temperatures are dipping from the 100s to the 90s. That’s called a cold front here in Texas! And we had an inch of rain last night with thunder and lightening. What a joyous lullaby at midnight!
I recently read an article in the food section of the newspaper titled, “How not to Waste Produce.” I chuckled as I scanned the outlined points, because I realized that I was already implementing all the listed suggestions!
While watching the news reels on repeat about the war in Ukraine, my heart goes out to the destitute women in particular struggling to voice their circumstances to reporters through interpreters, and often in their second or third language. Their frustration of not being able to share in their heart language screamed through the TV screen!
I so enjoy having children visit my garden. They absorb droplets of joy like a bird drinking from a birdbath. I especially love their inquisitive follow-up questions to whatever I’m saying to them!
As a very young child, we lived in an apartment in Beirut, Lebanon on a school campus (BBS, Beirut Baptist School). My parents had started this school in the garage of the apartment building which ran parallel to a main thoroughfare leading to Beirut’s old downtown.