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One Three Nine

(This past weekend, Debbie included Psalm 139, a favorite of hers, in part of her talk.  What she didn’t know is that Psalm 139 has also been a favorite of mine for the past 17 years when Mitchell died and I so needed to cling to the fact that both Mitchell and...

Sticky Situation

My glue gun broke yesterday.  I know, “first world problems”, but it definitely put a crimp in my ability to make things for my holiday boutique in a couple of weeks. So, I’m gonna have to suck it up and dish out the five bucks it will take to buy a...

Right There In It

Something struck me the other day.  It wasn’t necessarily a brand new thought for me, maybe just a more organized (did I just use the word organized for something in my head?) or specific version of an old understanding. Caves and lion’s dens and burning...

Passing Time

I have a weird obsession with clocks.  I love how they look, their gentle ticking.  I love the numbers, the shapes.  I don’t know exactly why I’m drawn to them.  There is probably some psychological pathology associated with a fascination with time. The...

A GOOD Morning…

With sleepy eyes I crawl from bed My arms raised to the sky Stretching out the waking limbs Yawning deep and wide. A busy day will soon begin With hours not enough To finish all I’ve got to do And all my mind’s eye stuff. The coffee will jump start the day...