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!
Clubhouse?
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.
Worn Hands
Worn, wrinkled, spotted, and knobby hands on top of my equally worn, wrinkled bible praying and praying some more.
In Tune with The Divine
It’s a cold and crisp, sunshine day. The garden is holding its breath for the first sign of spring.
Webster’s Second Job
Way before the age of personal computers, google search, and Alexa, my parents provided us with information at our fingertips with subscriptions to Newsweek and National Geographic. Our home’s hallway was lined with bookshelves containing three sets of encyclopedias, and at the “T” juncture at the end of the hallway, a mammoth Webster’s Dictionary lay open like a family bible on an altar!
Background Music
I think that most people have background music on in their homes, in their cars, and even while enjoying the outdoors.