Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Celebrate the Small Things

I love this blog hop!

Each Friday, we post what we're celebrating - those small achievements for our week!  It can be about writing, family, school or general life.  Then we hop around other blogs, offering congratulations to other people. To be part of this blog hop, all you have to do is put your name on the linky list on Lexa's Cain's Blog.

Thank you to our co-hosts:

What am I celebrating? 

1- Wednesday I helped a friend officially dump her New Year's diet resolution! We had chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream, and coffee. Helping others is so rewarding, don't you agree?

2- Unexpected fun moments... Thursday's 5-inch snow seven children, ascending to the top of the long, steep hill, where my home sits. Sleds, trash can lids, and one brave soul on a bicycle. (I hope he's going to be okay. I don't think he knew the ditch was there.)

3- I've been "hired" as a Minion to help with the A - Z Blogfest!! 
I love Minions... do you?

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day! (smile).
And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on... hop forth and celebrate!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

On this page

On this page. 
A summer day, long ago. 
How long ago was it? 
Was she even sure? 
No date, just a few initials scattered throughout. 
She might match some names with those initials.
She might.
Then again, she didn't pen them.
Her aunt's handwriting, nearly smudged.
In a book of worn, dog-eared pages.
The leaving of a book to her.
From her aunt.
Written in life, given in death. 
About a summer day, long ago.
On this page.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Winter ~ sights ~ sounds ~ smells

Morning brought a dusting of snow.
How was I to know...
That a powdered-sugar world would be waiting...
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Can you smell snow in the air?
Two days before this dusting I could smell it.
I knew it was on the way.
There are no words to describe it's smell.
The only thing I can tell you is that it smells like 'Christmas.'
Can you smell Christmas?
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I was smelling spring until three days ago.
It smells like fresh dirt.
Clean, wet clothes hanging on a clothesline.
Green shoots of spring onions.
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Does anyone else have these sensations?
Am I the only one who might be nuts?

Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Returning

In my yard stand two Butterfly bushes ~
one white, and one purple.

Soon I will trim them back, from three foot limbs to one foot limbs.

Their rapid growth amazes me. Thousands of tiny buds will appear by the end of March.

Flowers, smaller than the head of a match, will pop open.

A fragrance ~ like no other.

I wait for Butterflies to return ~ and they will.