the vibrant green-yellow-pink blossom-life of spring
the watery-blue radiant sunshine-breath of summer
the metallic-earth-toned glowing-decay of autumn
the grey-white holly-festive slow-motion of winter
Creator with sense of humor
I know intelligent design doesn’t exist because whoever gave wings to
Audio books
“I just don’t get how you can listen to a book. There’s no fonts to look at, there’s no papers to touch — they’ve removed two of the senses. And the truth is, sometimes I lick them, so that’s three.”
—Brick Heck, The Middle, “Pitch Imperfect,” 2017, written by
Resilient
The best faith is not the stagnant,
Ten thousand fathoms deep
“You peer into my life to find a lingering past, but I tell you it was sunk ten thousand fathoms deep and weighted down with my dead self. You look into my breast to find that old, old open wound, but I tell you I seared it with my hot tears and only the cicatrix is there.”
—Muriel Strode (1875–1964), My Little Book of Prayer, 1904
Counting blessings
You can’t count the bad things that happen. They don’t count against life. They are life. Only count the good things. Let every blessing strengthen you.
Bean burrito
Fry once the beans then fry again
Mix in a pinch of red cayenne
Top with queso that has been shred
Wrap all inside the steamrolled bread
Winter rest
The earth tucked herself in for the year with winter’s frosty white blanket
Anticipation
It’s peeking round the corner
Playing hide and seek
I see its icy fingers
A frost’d rosy cheek
Days fall ever shorter
Autumn’s air is chilling
Warmth no longer lingers
Wild things are stilling
Counterbalance
No matter how frustrating and scary everything else seems to be in this crazy world, at least there’s this: it’s pumpkin pie season!
Vernal ode to euphony
nests bustling in leafy trees
eggs cracking open tenderly
vernal music on the breeze
excitement buzzing busily
tree roots drinking merrily
underground working tirelessly
restless flowers pacing weeds
manufacturing aromatherapies
reds purples yellows greens
poppies blooming endlessly!
Refuge
Tea time — a brief recess from dodging life’s blowdarts.
Transform
Loss — the great redefiner of life.