My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
This is one of those days that I need a vacation from my churning thoughts. I have a bad habit of solving realistic, yet make-believe scenarios in my head based on actual situations in which I’m currently a “supporting actor”
I was watching a documentary about the newly discovered 23,000 year-old human footprints found on the dried up Lake Otera in White Sands, New Mexico.
Think back on the people who have influenced you the most. Pull up their faces. Recall their imprints on your soul. These are the ones who go about living like “the lilies of the field,” simply and gratefully. These are the lives that mold and shape us.
I am in awe of my oldest granddaughter’s strength! She is a champion softball pitcher and batter. When she lets loose her fast pitch, I feel sorry for the batter on plate, much less her own catcher!
It’s the season for graduations and I’m celebrating two of my granddaughters’ high school graduations! Where has the time flown? It seems like just yesterday I was rocking and reading to them.