Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • Come To The Table. . . you are invited. . . .

      Come To The Table To Share. . . . Several years ago a loved one said to me you take such giant steps and expect others to follow you and we just cannot!  This was a surprise to me because everyone seemed yards beyond me and I was trying desperately to catch up. It…

  • In Good Hands. . .

        In Good Hands. . . . I will invite you to sit beside me on my couch. . . To lean into my arms to wrest the fatigue from a body grown weary with age. . . It will come to nothing, this fatigue with aging because the heart of you is alive…

  • I’ve Taken Flight. . . .

        A Conversation  . . . You say. . .  I’ve taken flight. . . . . and I say. . . . where can you go that I could not find you? And you say. . . . farther than you think. I’ve found me a world so far away that never would…

  • Words From A Borning World. . . .

    (from a recent journal entry edited only for space) So there was no one to talk to.  No one who understood the worlds I trespassed nor was welcomed in.  I stayed.  And took cover in what I had to do which left me open mouthed every time I heard something that belly whopped me with…

  • Loved You Long Before The World Ever Was. . . .

      This is the latest photo of Emma E. that I have and I love it.  I think she has a big surprise that she keeps hidden but I am sure she will let me know soon.  That half smile she has lurking around her eyes gives her away each time.  It is a big…

  • My Earth, I Take It Personally. . . .

    My Earth, I take it personally. . . When I was a homeowner it was said I took it all personally and it was impossible to live like that. To me the world cannot be lived in fully unless it is taken personally.  It is the only way to process information for any meaning to…

  • The Keys Of The Kingdom. . . .

    The Keys of the Kingdom. . . My good friend appeared at the door and said you have to learn to play and we start now.  Alas, another argument begun about our differences , proving again opposites can be friends. It is my good fortune and sometimes a curse to have the ability to view…

  • Around The Bend. . .

      Today I sit in the midst of my birthday of 87 years.  It is quiet.  In rereading journals where I was told if you want a good book to read,  write it,  I am finding truth. Rarely do I remember if it was cereal for breakfast and therefore rereading the saga I wonder what…

  • The Workman Prays. . .

    I had watched The Sound of Music  with my inlaw mother and I scribed a journal entry about it enjoying it for the umpteenth time.  I edited only for space. April 12, ’93. . .It is with joy when  the heart of the viewer is touched.  It is joy when the hearts of man are…

  • Life Balances Everything. . .

    They were shadowing a century when they came to visit my in law mother and I had them all over for dinner.  I had married into a U.K. background, the satellite being Scotland. Seated at a comfort meal, even the aged, ailing  uncle pleaded for a taste of real food of roast beef and mashed…