It was enough to renew our sense of purpose. For a while. After two weeks of chopping,hauling, piling and seeing the “to do” pile was still larger than the “done piles.” (Seriously we have enough wood for five or six viking funerals) My husband was hearing my special words.
Gala Days isn’t about money, it isn’t about the attention you get when you are in the parade or play or winning on of the many contests or raffles. What makes the day special is our community comes together and individuals say “this is one way I can make you smile.” And guess what-smiles happened.
I hope it had a friend that saw and they flew to the nest laughing about how it looked and what they were thinking. At least that is what happens to me when I get knocked on my keister.
I was pleased because my fears were allayed and I was right. The village does care about the children and even though they may roll their eyes the children appreciate that someone cares enough to bribe them to do the right thing.
I have not written a blog in the past month because it was seeding season. Â Truth be told, I didn’t realized that much time had passed until a friend mentioned in passing that he hadn’t seen his girlfriend in a month. It couldn’t have been that long. Â Then […]
Everybody loves the Christmas story. The Easter story? That brings levels of belief out quicker than a match struck in a natural gas plant. This is when I have heard people outside of Christianity mock the message of Christ. Especially the Good Friday chapter of his story. They […]
~Your dreams were not stupid.
~Everyone is as equally confused about life as you are.
~You don’t have to be mean to be successful.
~Your ability to love is stronger than any awkwardness.
It’s been a long time since I thought about that day, so long all I can recall is the light. So bright it still burns. Kyran says I’m too nostalgic. He says it would be better if I used the light to grow. His voice comes like a […]
The treadmill at a number 2 incline is nothing compared to the prairie that somehow became Mount Kilimanjaro outside my front door. The shock was so severe the first fifteen minutes involved contemplation of giving up running and making nice with the winter weight that came with that gray sun.
And this is the motivation I am using today to get to those revisions….