Thursday, July 5, 2018



My soul
Feels full of holes
My life seems incomplete
I cannot say that I’ve fulfilled
The goals I planned to meet
I begged
My God
To answer me
Why is my life so torn?
I’m here. He said to bring you light
--My reason to be born

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Hope Flickers

Like a bunny having fun
Take a breath
Deep breath
Orange Blossoms
Get outdoors. Do it now!
Be one with nature
Feel the sun
Feel the Son
Listen to the beauty of His Music
Be a seed
A God in Embryo
Ready to emerge
A diamond


Having a particularly stressful morning on my birthday, (I woke up to an Email that the last leg of our vacation was being cancelled; and my computer had been invaded): I cried out in frustration. My husband, ready to fight off dragons, said “What can I do?”
“Chocolate I yelled! Bring me chocolate!”
Do you ever have cravings? I do! When I’m frustrated, when I’m sad, when I’m lonely, when I’m mad, I crave chocolate! I read this year that it has some of the same properties as an opioid!
I found a chapter of one of the books that I am currently reading, interesting. The author, Nichole Johnson says,

“You were made for more than this world has to offer you. Our yearning, longings , cravings, and hopes are telling us something: there is not enough love, peace, hope, friendship and intimacy on this earth to satisfy us. We will always want more.”

“Longings-- Coming face to face with the fact that there are empty places in our lives that haven’t been filled.
Yearning—wanting more than we have.
Cravings—The hope of finding something That will satisfy the rumblings in the stomach of our soul”
“It’s true, what we don’t have shapes us more than what we have. We are like Swiss cheese, and the holes in us are actually supposed to be there. The holes are the things that make us who we are. The holes are the places God has reserved in us for Himself! The longings identify our real hunger. A hunger that drives us to Him to be satisfied. If…big If… we listen….”
Fresh Brewed Life Nichole Johnson
Thomas Nelson Publishers Nashville TN 1999

My daughter and her husband long to buy a house. I asked, “What are you willing to give up to meet that goal?
I want to have a grandchild. If that is not possible, what can I do to compensate for that craving? Volunteer with youth groups? Teach classes? Find ways to serve mothers with children? Become an advocate for children who need help?
Many in our country today are afraid. They fear strangers; they fear the economy failing;
They fear they won’t get theirs. They fear the government. They fear God. What can we do to bring back hope into our world? What can we do to get out of the depression we seem to be sinking into—to achieve our longings? Prayer is the only answer. Whether we believe or not, we must let God fill the holes in our souls. He has longings too. He wants us back.
I love you. 
Think about it!

Sunday, July 1, 2018

And The Wheels Keep Turning

And the wheels keep turning

I love the beauty of morning rides;
The sunshine rising over the mountains,
Creeks trickeling and babbeling  as
I ride the trail.
Friends and family join me.
Their joy in nature brings happiness to
My soul.
Their uprightness and integrity
Lighten my dreary burdens
As we struggle towards the sunset,
And the atonement.
Even God’s mighty eagles head home
To rest.
And I will ride on
Till the wheels stop turning

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

National Day of?

Did you know that there is a calendar with National Day of’s for every day of the year?
I think it’s fun to check every once in a while, to see what people are celebrating. Today is National Sewing Machine day. I think I’ll go sew a quilt top after I weed my garden of course. It’s also National Weed your Garden Day.
Today is also my sister’s birthday. Life would not have been as much fun or meaningful without her.
We have shared many experiences together—like the time we were riding our bikes down town and my tire popped. I had filled it too full. Or the time we were roller skating down the hill and my skate wheel fell off! Or the time we were sledding on the same sled. I was steering and ran her into the guardrail on the edge of the street. I think I’m a klutz. By the way it’s also National Klutz in the Kitchen Day. I’m staying out.

I love my little sister and wish we could see each other more often. Technology improvements in our lifetime has made communication opportunities easier, but it’s more fun to be with her than texting.  We also have “sisters” in our communities, neighborhoods, and churches that we can love and share memories with. I’ve met the new neighbors who are building their house next door to mine. They are fun and brought along another neighbor down the street to meet. We felt an instant closeness, just like sisters. Reach out this week and find a “sister of the heart”, and spend some time with them. It’s a beautiful summer day.

Tomorrow, June 14,is National Pop Goes the Weasel Day. How are you going to celebrate?

Saturday, May 12, 2018


I was talking to my daughter Tuesday, looking for a little inspiration for you. She laughed and said, “Here is my poem for today!” She has a book, A Poem A Day
'Time' by Ursula Bethell
‘Established’ is a good word, much used in garden books,
‘The plant, when established’ . . .
Oh, become established quickly, quickly, garden
For I am fugitive, I am very fugitive – – –

Those that come after me will gather these roses,
And watch, as I do now, the white wisteria
Burst, in the sunshine, from its pale green sheath.

Planned. Planted. Established. Then neglected,
Till at last the loiterer by the gate will wonder
At the old, old cottage, the old wooden cottage,
And say ‘One might build here, the view is glorious;
This must have been a pretty garden once.’

From a Garden in the Antipodes (Sidgwick & Jackson, 1929)

This reminded me so much of my mother. My mother was an artist, and a gardener. Every home she lived in was improved by her living and growing there. She taught us all the importance of growing a garden, even if only one tomato plant out on the balcony. “Surround yourself in your own ‘Garden of Eden’”
I remember one year, standing on my3rd floor terrace in Washington DC, surrounded by seventy pots filled with flowers and vegetables. I shouted out to the city, “I’m doing this for you world! I’m providing oxygen for a city block!”
One year for Christmas my parents gave each of their children a cement statue of a book with a garden quote on it. Mine said,

“To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow”
This week we have been planting roses, tomatoes, petunias and geranium in our terrace pots. The yard is filled with fruit trees
Isn’t this just the way our lives are lived? We hope and dream. We plan for those dreams and work to make them grow. But sometimes what we establish, what we become,  is most appreciated by those who come after us. Like the Renaissance artists and Impressionists, we often aren’t valued in our own time as our work is in the future. But we work and plan, and hope for those generations who come after. Happy Mother’s day!


Thursday, April 19, 2018


I miss Papa
I miss the rides through the countryside
On our bicycles
Visiting cousins
His and mine
Remember the road with the turnstile?
I almost didn’t make it through.
The old man’s agility always surprised me.
Every stormy day
I miss Papa