Category: Essays

  • The Cut Of The Cloth. . . .

      Several years ago I wrote that an elderly once said to me people only know what you tell them.  My reaction was a gasp! because she believed that.   There was no exposure to people more knowledgeable or more observant than she.  Although she would adamantly vow her God knew everything and nothing was forever…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Can One Be A Better Anything Than One Is A Person?. . .

      Can One Be a Better Anything Than One Is a Person? Many times, even vehemently, it has been stated that one cannot be a better anything than one is a person.  And the lesson is one well taken.  It would seem that more work is needed in the moral posturing  of would be leaders. …

  • The Ruler. . .

      The Ruler . . . Do not chop me up in little pieces. I hate the sight of what I see when I see me through your eyes. I strive to be perfect and in doing so find me killing my very self. By whose yardstick am I measured that I should fall so…