A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Some days it’s more difficult than others to brighten up the house. I tend to gravitate toward cool colors when I decorate and I’m happy with that until mornings like this one. Mornings like this one make me want to stop and be still in front of a roar…
Ah. It’s a beautiful morning in Nashville. The sun is shining and the snow is fluttering to the ground. We don’t typically get both of those things at the same time and it’s not a constant today, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the flakes sparkling as t…
There are many things that could be said/written, but I’m tired and all I really want to do right now is sit on the couch with something to drink and watch TV. Until I’m ready to write I’ll leave you with this:
A salesmen from just south of Boston,
Was sent to a job in north Austin.
He was sure to do well,
But he just couldn’t sell,
The translation was far too exhaustin’.
Please feel free to go to Ivan’s Blog to read about the flying banana.
Oh this is a lovely day to sit at my quilt. I am about to get there, but wanted to update a little. I don’t have many exciting things to say today but I am feeling that little spark of inspiration burning again. It hasn’t been there for a while. I th…
The wish of magician Tom Greer,
Was to see a full house stand and cheer.
But his cards wouldn’t trick,
And his rings wouldn’t unstick,
But he did make the crowd disappear.
It’s too late to go into a bunch of sappy detail about all of it, but we had a great Christmas. I was not great, but Christmas is what it is. It’s GREAT. I am realizing I can’t make or break Christmas, I can only make or break me. I got a little upti…
Last weekend it was Ivan. This time it’s Aron. Just like his big brother a high fever hit him on Saturday and we are home from church on Sunday…again.I don’t like this. Yet…I am thankful. Because of Ivan’s experience last weekend, I am confid…
I know of a man name of Triggledy,
He loves straight and shudders at wiggledy.
He makes ducks swim in rows,
Demands rhythm for prose,
But his rhymes are all higgledy piggledy.