Category Archives: Musings

It matters not under what tree you have perchedOverhead is the same blue skyThough tree leaves or branches or heights aren’t the same They still reach for the same blue skyAnd even when storm clouds arrive on the sceneBlotting away the rays of the sun Still above and certainly far past the clouds The blueContinue reading “The Same Blue Sky”

How do I pray aright, O LORDFor wounds that run so dark and deep That long have festered tendrils grown From childhood yet the scars still weep Another’s pain I lift to You The pain of family also tornOf those who do not want Your help Oh, God, please help them in Your loveCradled inContinue reading “A Prayer”

Like pustules formed on a porcelain face Or fissures venting steamy airAnger stirred, compressed o’re time Demands its voice is finally heardIt matters not the cause thereof What’s left behind is all the same Scars that mar the beautiful scene Hate spewed out, destruction reigns As cancer growing deep withinA leperous creeping through our midstContinue reading “The Strife of 2020”

“Nana!” the grands yelled, arms akimbo, all three children hugging and jabbering at the same time. Excitement filled the air, as it usually does when they come to visit. Frequently I am asked to repair a beloved stuffed animal, or a torn item. Today was no different as wounded precious things were thrust into myContinue reading “The Whale With The Bite-Sized Hole”

Oh, what a happy day! Some of the grands were coming over, last seen two weeks ago before their out-of-town friends had come to visit. Hurrying to get ready, Nana hoped she would hear the doorbell ring. Blissfully waiting, she started writing imaginations of the day, “what-if’s” begging to be penned. Pancakes. She would cookContinue reading “Ice Cream Soup”

“Oh my goodness! How beautiful!” The miniature cactus, wearing three bright red flower topknots, it’s many prickly spires standing proudly at my place at the table, seemed to flame a greeting as I swept into the room, hurrying to leave for a dental appointment. Dear husband had been to the market this morning, surprising meContinue reading “The Cactus”

Was evil lurking strongly there When she inquired for a job The craft store seemed a happy placeTo work among the bits and bobsInterviewed, then brought on backInto the room just past the screen For picture taking, employee needs With ease she sat down gingerly His talk was smooth, it made some senseBut then hisContinue reading “Humiliation”

Broken pieces shattered laid Imploded each upon themselves Scattered, fractured all about‘Til collected there by Love“What will I be?” thought the pot Exposed rawness yawning wide For all to see its helplessness All pretenses gone to hide By struggles shards could not reformTogether as they rightly should Resigned at last the pot gave up WaitingContinue reading “Remade New”

“And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters. Then God said, ‘Let there be light’; and there was light.” Genesis 1:2b, 3 (NKJV) Ever wonder why some of us moms, or dads, have a tendency to be overprotective? Helicopter-ish? Just plain hover-y? For years our children blatantly told me IContinue reading “Hovering”

Worry like an unseen wraith Attempts to enter in my mind Begin its whirling round and roundTo sink it’s tendrils deeper down Into my very beingIt tries to enter through my eyes When I look at fearsome things Through whispers, shouts into my ears From voices all around me heardSo many filled with it ItContinue reading “Worry’s Futility”

The road seemed to go on forever. Sojourner laid his pack and hat aside as he sank down on weary knees, then rested back against the tree trunk in the blessed shade. The day was a scorcher. He was hot, tired, and in woeful need of a drink. He would rest just a minute, thenContinue reading “We’ve Only Just Begun”

“We don’t talk anymore, Nana,” our near eleven year old granddaughter lamented. Her comment took me aback as I contemplated her words, for surely I never want to stop having conversations with this dear girl. Yet she was correct. Throughout the COVID -19 quarantine, and their house remodeling, it seemed catching up with family newsContinue reading “A Sweet Conversation”

It’s interesting to watch dreams I’ve dreamed play out in other’s lives. The beauty and the longing there seen fulfilled in their eyes. And I wonder to myself why did those dreams come to me? Was it so I could appreciate with others their joy to celebrate? It’s happened now several times. At every instanceContinue reading “Shared Dreams”

Suffering, a conundrum Elevates the soul,One’s body tornBurned, filled with painTwisted, misshapenBeauty lost Freedom to liveA glorious visionFound encumberedWhat prize wrungThrough deep despairOr torture thereAs one through fire Is molded, poured,Carefully wrought for more?Worked, shaped, beaten, processedEmbellished, stirred,To be made pureAre we like pig iron That is puddled, rolled, forgedImpurities within?Made into something beautifulOf useContinue reading “Suffering”

Injection day ‘twas once againSix weeks gone by since the past Macular degeneration treatment givenTo keep my vision clear long last Floaters oft come home with me Dark purple, burgundy or blueColor hard to tell so deep That dance around close in my viewSitting tall and still l lookHead held down to better see FloatersContinue reading “The Sea Within My Eye”

To friends and family far and near And all others, you I cheer Deep gratitude for then and now Brave sacrifice that you allowUpholding for my freedom Forgetting not what lies behindNew purposes in which we find Ourselves caught up to play a part I thank you for your gracious heartYou give to me inContinue reading “July 4 Thanksgiving”

I know the way of being free Loosed of fetters holding meTo this vast temporal plane But for the silver cord To fly unhindered in the skyPerch on windows stories highAnd peer o’er land and sea Without a shred of fear Glorious is that freedom givenYet here I am still earthly biddenTo walk these dustyContinue reading “Shedding Fetters”

When my Aunt Ruth died many years ago, I remember sending my uncle an article about our departed loved ones being only a room away. I’m not sure the words were much comfort to him in his deep grief. How could they be when one’s soul has been torn from it’s other half, left rentContinue reading “Only A Room Away”

In our home is a long window through which we enjoy watching the activity of the neighborhood, and especially the antics of small pink-blushed sparrow-like birds who feed in and around our Japanese maple. While glad to welcome these feathered friends, we still miss Franklin, the darling Siamese kitten-turned-cat who lived next door. Franklin wasContinue reading “Window Watching”

There they stood standing proudMocking me? I wondered loudSomehow dodging spray for weeds In yesterday’s one hundred heat The thistles in the corner How could I miss a plant so tallLurking near my flower wallHiding in the shadows dimIn plain view yet not seen Thistles growing strong In just a speck of time it seemsThey’dContinue reading “The Thistle War”

It was a smokey, hazy morning. Dear husband and I were preparing to drive two hours north to our family’s place in the hills. We thoughtfully packed in case a day trip unexpectedly turned into two or three, a survival impulse my husband holds from years of teaching and practicing such things. It was aContinue reading “The Tantrum”

I’ve walked the paths of discontent Trailed roadways seeking peace Trudging ever onward on Wonder where my steps would lead I’ve held the hands of dying onesSoothed the brows of fevered headsHeld new hope in my arms Heartened those where grief has bled I’ve known the trials and the joys Of wedded bliss as twoContinue reading “Walking Home”

The joys of kite flying are immeasurable! I was reminded of the timelessness of such pursuits recently when our granddaughter rushed outside to launch her first kite of the season. Racing barefoot through the pasture grass, arms held aloft, waiting for the wind to catch the plastic kite just so, she persisted with unfettered expectationContinue reading “Fly Your Kite Right Out The Window”

If we could see from up abovePatterns that our friendships make Mantilla shawls our twining beOur woven lives like gauzy laceSome strands drawn closer tighter hereWhile others open up the weave Though near or far all are secure Make up the pattern one does see For reasons hidden to the strands The way of weaveContinue reading “Woven Lives”

Among a stand of stately pinesA tree grew slowly in their midst With gnarled trunk and twisted limbs‘Twas not the same but different It grew from seed that was like kindIn soil rich on mountain sideWith rains and sun and starlit nightsThe same pristine environment But oh this tree found challenges Growing straight though itContinue reading “The Crooked Tree”