Plant Seeds of Change
I was reacquainted with the word biophillia while listening to a gardening podcast several weeks ago.
Resurrection Story
I was having a conversation with Jesus. Actually, it was more like I was begging with every ounce of my being to stay. I knew that this strong, gentle being standing before me was Jesus, because the power of our connection, of being one was so pure, sure, and true. I looked, really looked into his warm brown eyes and knew; I just unequivocally knew I was at heavens gate.
Isolation
For me, the most prevalent and invasive emotion during one wave after another of the tumbling COVID variants is loneliness.
Ode to My Sister
My dear sister, Christine, passed in August of 2020. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss her. Her daughter, Reta, wrote this poem that perfectly describes her. She has penned the words where I’m bereft of poetic vocabulary.
An Honorable Gift for my Dad
March is my dad’s birthday month. He had Alzheimer’s in his last years and was lost to our reality most of the time. We missed his wit and academic wisdom. My mother had always surpassed him in the brass-tacks wisdom department! Be that as it may, the world my father inhabited in the grips of Alzheimer’s wasn’t this one, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real to him.
This Is my Father’s World
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!