Category: Essays

  • Beneath The Wings . . .

    Being the child that I was, rooted in memory  solidly, I could  not  help   being a trial to my mother.   Having  seven  other children  of normal  vintage  ,  she could   compare  easily  and wonder loudly  why I had to be different.  It was not by intent but by inclination  of  the  tree.…

  • The Power Within . . .

    The power to change the world  begins  with  the  intention  and  the  desire  to  change  ourselves  .   We   must become  the  person  we want someone  else  to be. We want the compassion , the love, the intelligence  ,  the strength,  the ability   to see the  larger picture, to see what they  …

  • A Blessed World. . .

    With  my life long  lack of physical prowess  ,  it is with  despair  I faced  getting  from  one place to another .  Long  plane rides  always had me looking   for either a pharmacy   or a doctor  .   It was not fun. Even as  old as I am, recuperation from a journey takes…

  • An Ever Fixed Mark . . .

      love is. . . an ever fixed mark that looks   on tempests  and is never shaken. . it is a star to every   wandering   bark. . . Shakespeare   I awakened with these   lines committed  .  I who never commits her own work   to memory and realized  that this…

  • Pondering The Imponderables. . .

      After a harrowing time for our country,  we draw back to breathe and wish for uneventful, or common good.  For me at this time,  I come forth after a nightmare of a month that began with a simple ear infection, migrated the following week to a root canal and ended two weeks later after…

  • The Laws of Compensation. . .

    Too late I learn life holds the sharpest knife. Cutting the loaf accordingly and with compassion passes the butter. The Laws of Compensation do prevail and it is a lesson most do not like to think about.  Retribution for whatever deeds is a commonplace happening but there will always be those who think the die…

  • Bless The Experience. . .

      I needed the lesson and this blessed essay was a given.  It has found readers needing the comfort and direction as I did and that I can share this again  and bring comfort to others is where the blessing continues to be given.  We can remember the pain of the negative experience but we…

  • Her Voice Will Be Heard. . .

    I had intended to do a post on my blog this morning but after reading Maria Wulf’s post this morning on her blog, http://www.fullmoonfiberart.com I am giving her space because her essay is well written and pertinent to our time.  For those women who are of recent years and have had no experience with sexism I…

  • In The Midst of The Secular. . . .

      Because of the head that sits on my shoulders,  I have worked this life the best I could.   Because I grew up in a house of brothers, I learned to do many things simply by observing.  They tolerated my presence and I learned to watch and say nothing that would get on their nerves.…

  • The Table. . . the altar of the family

      It was a different time frame and there were no credit cards nor funds to back what we desired.  Several elderly English/Scottish relatives had given to our growing family bits of china that had been cherished.  Not whole sets,  but pieces.  And I dearly wanted a hutch to show these pieces.  Decades later we…