• “A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it.” – G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man, 1925

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Real development is not leaving things behind, as on a road, but drawing life from them, as on a root.

G. K. Chesterton

Monday, January 26, 2015

Monday Muse


They burned your temple to the ground
Leaving but a few precious remains
Enough though to begin
The rebuilding process
A germ, a gem of an idea
Is all it took
For me to see
A vision of the future
Splendid, glorious
A living testament
To the perspicacity of love

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Saturday says 4/52

Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.
Dr. Seuss

Monday, January 19, 2015

Monday Muse 3/52

May Days

In the twilight falling
with hints of springtime thunder
I see the undersides of leaves
that bend and sway in evening winds

Standing at my window
watching a cloudy sunset
I can hear the wind through the glass

My heart stirs with each breath
but no message is relayed
except a vague restlessness of
forgotten memories of other windy nights
of other May days.

another older poem. 

Sunday, January 18, 2015

It's Friday, I'm in love 2/52

I didn't get home til late last night,  and now I have a sort of forced moment of quiet while having my hair done.
Today's(well, yesterday's) thing I love is my new planner. My sister convinced me to get one. I love organizing things. Keeping them organized has always been the bigger issue. But i find sitting and organizing, sorting, to be therapeutic. It helps my ever busy brain take a moment to focus.

Sunday Songs 3/52

i was reminded recently that although I don't know what is written on the pages of my life, there is Someone who does. And trusting in that brings the greatest peace.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Saturday says 3/52

A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

George Eliot