Beach Pebbles

I used to dream of living by the sea on a high cliff. I would look down, and there it would be.... The ocean spread out before me, waves crashing upon the shore. When the water rushes back and forth across a pebble beach... there is music. The sound of the sea plays again and

Attic Treasures

Dust off your dreams, unclutter your mind, and begin again. Like attic treasures, long forgotten, our dreams whisper in the corridors of our days. In the morning light, brush away the cobwebs the stagnant mist of things undone. The dreams, they shimmer in the sunlight. They dance at the hint of dawn in the far-away

The Beauty of Life

Yesterday, I looked out my kitchen window, and there in all of its glory, was a stunning red cardinal. Against the backdrop of brown leaves and barren tree limbs, he stood out in bold perfection. I wandered outdoors and discovered that more of my daffodils were in full bloom. We expect freezing rain this coming

November Snow

The green leaves of summer are gone; all that greenery, simply vanished overnight. Or is it that just the way it seems, when November dawns and a new chapter begins? We mark the pages with autumnal gold and write all sorts of notes in the margins. There are so many things we want to remember

A Storybook Life

If every life were written in a storybook, would each and every page be highlighted with cheerful moments and a problem - free existence? When you look at the cover of a storybook, can you tell all that much about the contents of the book? The truth is that all of our days are written

A Beautiful Shoreline

I have always loved to walk along the seashore, collecting bits of treasure, odd pieces of driftwood, pretty shells, shiny stones that glitter at the water's edge. It is easy to fill a pail with many things. You must choose wisely, because you can only bring home so many gifts from the sea. There are

Spring Blues

This past weekend, I found some beautiful 'blues' to celebrate; carpets of blue wildflowers covered nearby fields, and the bluest rivers of water, sparkled in the sun. What is it about blue flowers that seems so magical? I only know that they entice my heart in the most captivating way. And why is it that

The Winds of Change

It is an odd thing in life how quickly things can change. You think you have everything figured out and suddenly the world goes topsy-turvy. In these days of the Covid pandemic, these changes are felt even more acutely. We are continuously making changes and trying to adjust to a new way of living. I

Return to the Mountains

I breathe in the mountain air; day or night, it is good for the soul. Later, I will remember my breath suspended in puffs; it is the exhale of too many worries. The evergreen trees tower above me, monuments of strength; the tiny birds rest easy in the branches. Here, on top of the mountain,