Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • Courage. . . to wear as epaulettes. . . .

      What is visible is visible and what is also visible can be chosen not to be seen.  The depth of perception only depends on the inmost courage of the individual in his capacity to deal with impending events. Courage is not garnered overnight nor is it stored for all time.  It is fought for…

  • The Roses Are For You. . .for keeps. . .

    Long before the world ever was. . . . As co-creator and creature both of the universe, it is man’s prerogative and innate yearning to stand erect.  To bow down all the time leaves one eventually on one’s stomach.  Man rose from the crawling position.  There are too many yet who find the child’s position…

  • Often the Larger Picture is Universal Life Enhanced. . . . .

    What I have learned in these past times is that there are some things that cannot be improved upon.  Whether a recipe that has been perfected or something written that has stood the test of my time, meaning my physical life.  This is one of them.  And my measure has been my life of almost…

  • On Earth. . . 1954-1985

           When David Died . . . .  I say that David took the hands off my clocks.  It was the greatest gift he could give me. I tire of running my life with a large hand and a small hand. No time for this, hurry for that.  Do this now, do that…

  • You Stayed The Course. . . .

        You Stayed The Course Only you saw what you saw. Yet you stayed the course and plowed the field and now the plow is lifted. We will work. The children will have their toys and the world will have the words and in due time you come home and we frolic.   ‘Til…

  • Fun With An Idea. . . .

    I remember walking from the garage to the house and  wondering if my mate would see the work  I did in the yard that had taken me till dark to do.  And I was thinking of the Christmas tree I had once put up, sawing off the trunk to fit the holder,  stringing blue lights…

  • a mountain top experience. . . .

    I had intended to send an email to a friend and instead with this quirk of a mind which is mine, it took to be an essay.  When finished I thought better than to send it.  The reason being another trip to the hospital last weekend in dire straits. An early cardiologist appointment on Friday…

  • All Creatures great and small. . .

        In reading Bedlamfarm.com about simple changes in their three dogs leading to a concern, it brought to mind this whole pandemic we have been tangling with.  Not only our concern with humanity but with the creatures we live with.  I am certain we have had more differences of opinions these past two years…

  • Our Sense of Time. . . and other things. . .

      Sometimes our actions seem out of context.   It is as if we are dancing to a song not in the musical library.   It is not heard by anyone else,  just us.   It is not foreign to us,  but seems puzzling to everyone watching.   We know that it is still us,  just not the us…

  • Are We the Promise Given? . . . ..

    The first week in December found me transported to Emergency with atrial fibrillation.  Since then it has been a trial of finding what medications are  acceptable to this body with not so many adverse reactions.  I have found myself not nice and complaining.  So conserving energy, my work has been my best of what my…