• Texas Thunderstorm Clouds
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    Constrasts

    Today is a beautiful day. It’s hard to believe when one looks outside that just yesterday morning we were in a fury of tornado warnings. My dog and I took cover as the sirens blared through the strangely still night skies. It was about 3:30 AM. Certainly not a time to be rousted out of bed. The sirens sounded so eerie;…

  • Random

    Where’s Your Focus?

    It occurs to me – today, on Veteran’s Day, 2015, often times distractions are disruptive to our “end game”. Where are you looking today? To self? To friends? To God? To “stuff”? I’ll admit, there are times I take my eye off the ball. A friend, Hami, told me earlier this week that “to judge your past actions based on…

  • Give Thanks
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    No Whining Zone

    I was reading a post on LinkedIn today about people who are successful. One of the eight requirements was “not to whine”. Hello! I was thinking rather than say what not to do, wouldn’t it be better to reverse it to a positive? Be thankful. Be so seriously grateful that there isn’t any room for doubt, failure, or negative thoughts…

  • Jump over valley
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    One of Those Days…

    Do you ever have a day that just seems to be out of synch? Maybe there is nothing really “wrong”, but somehow it feels like there should be? Life is a series of cycles, it seems to me. Sun up, sun down. Tide in, tide out. Mountains and valleys. New moon, full moon – yes, things ebb and flow, don’t…

  • Fox in Fall
    Poetry

    September – by Helen Hunt Jackson

    The golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian’s bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook; And asters by the brook-side Make asters in the brook, From dewy lanes…

  • Piano - flute - rose
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    Thanks, Mom & Dad!

    Many years ago, when I was in high school, my parents listened to my plea for a new flute. The one I was playing was a “student” model, and I just couldn’t progress on it. One Saturday Dad drove us to a music store – Royal Music, in Royal Oak, MI, about an hour, or so, away from where we lived. I…