• Journeys,  Poetry

    Horizons Ahead

    There is a place in my soul; It is well-guarded. But the open road brings it out to play. I see the future, I touch the present, I leave the past behind. My days are ordered, and slip into harmony. How grateful I am for Your Direction! As the swirling chaos of this thing called “life” dances, I tip my…

  • Journeys

    Good Tidings

    So, Linus had it right years ago in “Charlie Brown Christmas”. He stood at the mic and recited the passage from Luke. As I go through my first Christmas without either of my parents on good old planet Earth, I am in equal parts rejoicing and missing them. I hear music and think, “Papa loved this song.” I make recipes…

  • Journeys

    Open Road

    So, it’s been over 100 days since my surgery. I can hardly believe it! A lot has happened in a relatively short amount of time. With the death of my Mom on October 9th, it’s like a whole new chapter is being written. Of course I miss her. There are tears, but there are also smiles as I consider many…

  • Journeys,  Poetry

    Uninvited Guest

      Feeling the bite against my skin, Sun shining brightly, but bringing little warmth. Winter has arrived. Today inside feels as chilly as the air outside. I miss you. Longing to hear the warmth of your laughter, Share your memories, Feel your hug… Grief sneaked in uninvited.  – RG

  • Random

    Autumn’s Changes

    It’s been over a month since Mom passed away. I have been somewhat dreading the impending holidays. Why? Because they will be different. But then, as I consider the truth – every day is different from its predecessor. So, why should I be surprised at this? Yes, it’s more extreme…but if I honestly believe what I say I believe, then…

  • Poetry

    Seeking Beauty

    Memories creep forward From hidden recesses, Bringing with them joy and tears, but mostly joy. The temporary nature of this life Seems so permanent; But this existence is fleeting. The eternal soul, must find its way. Apart, for now, but knowing this too is temporary. One day the fabric will be whole again, And the missing will cease. In the…