The blessing of dark, rainy days


Dark as midnight

In the middle of the day

Rain pounds the pavement

Like a million tiny jackhammers

Small shafts of lightening

Brighten the skies intermittently

While thunder annihilates the silence

A perfect day to curl up and read

And travel to some far off and mysterious land

A land filled with color and sunshine warm, perhaps

Or fly into space to visit another planet in another galaxy

With miniscule milk-white stars and silvery moons

Perhaps I may even go back in time to watch

Primordial life forces face down dinosaurs

Or watch with wonder the birth of the earth

Ah, dark rainy day

I thank you for the opportunity

To stretch my horizons and let imagination soar






Breathing softly

Deeply relaxing


The answers come

Slowly, at times

And like a rush of wind

At others


Time stands still

In this moment

At this time

And I luxuriate




A person is a person…

“A person is a person, no matter how small.” – Dr. Suess

“A child seldom needs a good talking to as a good listening to.” – Robert Bault

“A child can teach an adult three things… to be happy for no reason. To always be busy with something. And to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.” – Paulo Coelho

The other day a family came into the library and one of their little girls came rushing to the desk to tell me a story. She was very excited. They had been to the animal shelter to walk the dogs there. Her enthusiasm was a blessing that added bright moments to my day. Her mother told me they do not have any pets so they go to the shelter on a regular basis to spend time with the animals and to walk the dogs.

This little girl was smiling ear to ear as she told me the pooches’ names and how one was a very big dog and one was quite small. She was bouncing on her toes and her eyes were shining as she told me all about it. I asked her questions about the animals and about the shelter. It was one of the best conversations.

Finally, she told me they were in the library to find books about dogs and also horses, because they also love horses. As we were chatting I noticed her little sister was standing behind her looking very sad, so I asked why. She was sad because she hadn’t wanted to leave the animal shelter, her sister told me. That little girl was too sad to talk, but listened avidly as her sister conversed with me.

Soon, they raced away into the children’s section to find the books they wanted. Not long afterwards they came back to the desk, books in hand to be checked out. The same little girl showed me the books they had chosen and a second conversation about books ensued.

I am grateful. I am grateful for small moments of great joy. Moments when two people communicate. Moments when one person’s joy affects another on a deep level. Moments that remind me the days are filled with blessings when we stop and pay attention. I am grateful for children and their innocence. I am grateful for the reminders to stop, look, and listen. I am grateful.

“To every child – I dream of a world where you can laugh, dance, sing, learn, live in peace and be happy.” – Malala Yousafzai


Friday the 13th and all that nonsense

Friday the 13th …..  

“What the mind doesn’t understand, it worships or fears.” – Alice Walker

According to the Independent, the superstition surrounding Friday the 13th can be traced to the demise of the Knights Templar in the Middle Ages. Apparently, they cursed us all in retaliation for being burned at the stake.

Wikipedia attributes the superstition to a date hundreds of years before the Knights Templar – going back to the crucifixion of Christ when the number of people present at the Last Supper was 13. The site lists several other occurrences that contribute to the beliefs and superstitions involving Friday  the 13th.

Throughout the centuries this date is considered to be unlucky, especially when it falls on a Friday.

On the other hand, those born on this date are considered to be lucky. (I have no idea where that comes from.) I guess it’s all a matter of context, culture, and perspective.

Wherever you are and whatever you’re doing may your Friday the 13th be without fright, flight, or phantoms. Enjoy!

The Wall

“The last of the human freedoms: to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. And there were always choices to make. Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom; which determined whether or not you become the plaything to circumstance, renouncing freedom and dignity…” – Viktor E. Frankl

The wall – an obstacle I cannot get beyond. There comes a moment in every life, I suppose, when we each are stymied by the wall. The wall of missed opportunity; the wall of misunderstandings; the wall of poverty; the wall of doubt and mistrust; the wall that is much like a steep incline where we are wearied by the effort of trying to mount it; so many walls.

And yet, are not most walls those of our own making? Did we not build them ourselves brick by brick? Or, if we did not do it ourselves, did we not contribute to their structure in some shape or form?

It is so easy to point the finger of blame, to avoid self-examination and accountability. Yes, I know there are some circumstances beyond our control. Sometimes the fates seem to align in such a way that we are well and truly trapped. But, for the most part, we do have a choice in how we live our lives – even if it is only how we respond to a given situation.

May we each be given whatever tool we need; meet whatever person we need, to dismantle the wall.

“Just as despair can come to one only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings.” – Elie Weisel

“There is meaning in every journey that is unknown to the traveler.” – Dietrich Bonhoeffer

“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”  – Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

On the road to redemption


On the road to redemption

You may experience pain like –

Like falling on an upturned glass bottle that is broken and jagged,

That gashes deep into your skin and bone

Tearing tendons and ripping away sinew


On the road to redemption

You may be rejected, vilified, and tormented

And that will hurt you, rob you of much-needed rest

As your thoughts tumble one after another

Like a cascade of frothing water

And you may feel unable to stop the leak

That drips incessantly and poisons your days

Like a dam full of holes

You may feel like you’re drowning – but you won’t


On the road to redemption

You may experience loss and grief

A death perhaps, or the tearing away of a life you thought was assured

A change that forces you to re-examine all you once held dear

And leaves you questioning your sanity

And your equilibrium

As your life spins out of control on some kind of crazy tilted axle

Until you barely know which way is up or which is down


On the road to redemption

You will be tested, time and time again

Your character will be formed as lessons are learned

As you are baptized in fire –

A fire that you think will consume you – but it won’t


On the road to redemption

You may be tortured by life, but –

Look for the helpers and they will appear

They will pour sweet balm upon your soul

And plant peace deep within your heart and mind

A peace that leaves you rested and healed

A peace ‘beyond understanding’

On the road to redemption

Delightful Summer’s day


Siting on the lawn swing

With my cat beside me

Clouds obscure the sun

in the garden

But my cat and I don’t care

What could be more perfect

Than siting in the swing

My fur-covered love beside me

Simply swinging our cares away

No cloud can darken this moment

A care-free summer’s day

The gentle sway chases away

All worries

And my cat softly purrs

As I stroke her fur

And keep on swinging

On this delightful summer day