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(it’s just not time).
My neck is killing me. (The lavender-laced, rice-filled warming thingy helps a bit. ) My massage therapist says my neck muscles are so strained from being in this position they have ridges in them. Ridges? That cannot be good. Protocol dictates I come see her once a week for the next six weeks. I’m grateful…
“What if there were no poetry? What if all life were prose? Some people wouldn’t mind. One friend told me her son didn’t know how to do imaginative play. He lined up his action figures and then shrugged and walked away. He didn’t know what else to do. Poetry gives you an idea of what…
I was re-reading my journal the other night, recapping life since May 2014 (when I started this particular volume). On December 10th I had written, “Mom’s (my mother in law’s) hip surgery is today. Life as you know it will stop.” I have no idea why I wrote that other than I felt prompted by…
“Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. (but) A cord of three strands is not easily broken.” Ecclesiastes 4:12 NIV ~~~~~~~ Here’s to the third cord, our Saviour, and to the twining of the two- my lovely daughter Leah and her husband William–held by Him. Happy 6th Anniversary! linking with Deidra and the Sunday Community
Thirsty, thankful heartsraised, open cups heldaloft, receive the joy of songand words,healed in the hearing. We ferry the preciousbounty via voice andtone, conduits of the balmthat is the bounty of praise,pouring into vessels,empty to be filled. Parched lips receivethe draught and splash inthe glory drops, wash inthe words, bask inthe golden sound as it channelslife…
Golden Gardens Seattle j.l. collins Seattle view j.l. collins A soaring wide-winged bird circles the lemon colored trees on the horizon. My eyes are drawn to the sight of flat-bottomed clouds stacked in the far off blue sky. I’d much rather swoon over the bursting expanse of creation in my view, but paying…