Beauty, Blessings and Random Thoughts

Apple blossoms bursting into being at Tuckaway Farm, 2016.
Sometimes the ugly threatens to block blessings from view. Don't let it happen. There is so much — soooo very much for which to be thankful. You need only look with eyes that see and ears that hear. You need only whisper into the face of a loved one or gaze at a familiar scene. Beauty abounds. Continue Reading

Weekend Daydreaming

Weekend daydreaming
Best wishes for a merry weekend of peace and quiet and calm and love, friendship and family and blue skies and sunshine. Continue Reading

Are You Hurting? Start Livin’ On A Prayer

Hurting? Smell spring blossoms and rejoice in the newness.
Sometimes the hurting is too much to bear. We are overwhelmed, and we cast aside the simple beauty of a spring blossom because its purity stabs us with sharp contrast. Guile and deceit are heavy burdens. Malevolence is a devastating scourge. Perversion drifts in with the tide, and blows through our homes and communities with an ancient echo. We may fight the good fight on a daily basis, but we mourn our losses more often than not. The quest to share good news to wayward souls is exhausting. It can seem futile in the face of belligerence and callous depravity. But the petals slowly unfurl in the midst of utter chaos. Hope can never be extinguished. Continue Reading

Create! Inspire! Motivate & Participate!

Daffodil Art Project
Whatever you decide to do today, involve everyone. That's how memories are made, lessons are learned, and skills are perfected. Go forth and create! Continue Reading

The Light of Life

The light of a single sunbeam can wipe away many shadows. ~ Francis of Assisi
For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. ~ 2 Corinthians 4:6 Continue Reading

Wounds for A Weary World

Good Friday 2016
Our wounds are deep. We continue to dig deeper. Is there hope? Absolutely without a doubt. Continue Reading