Footprints
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.
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.
I was feeling anxious and teary-eyed about family stuff. So, I headed out to the backyard to do some weeding.
My dad’s worn-out, black-leather satchel was stitched together like an accordion file. The more he put into it, the fatter it grew. Two large metal clasps whose tongues clicked in place inside their counterparts held the over-laying flap in place on the front side of this behemoth black satchel.