Life From My Perspective.
Morning rain, a gentle grace,Whispers on the window’s face,Washing shadows of the night,Bringing forth the softest light. Each drop a note, a tender song,Cleansing paths where we belong,Yesterday’s sorrows drift away,In the dawn of a brand-new day. Fresh beginnings, clear and bright,Beneath the sky, so pure, so light,In the morning rain’s embrace,We find a simple, …
I knew from the moment I saw you that I wanted to see you in every season. And I knew from that very first morning that I awoke in your presence that I wanted to experience you in every era. I wanted to never part ways. I basked in the sunshine with you on the …
Did you come to church, The people said. Did you join us there for wine and bread. No, I didn’t was my reply. Instead I watched a cloud pass by. And (He) shed a tear for all to see. This piece was written by my mom- Author Susan Adair Lupold. There was originally more to …
I dashed out the front door early in the morning prepared for another day’s work. A step or two down my front walkway I couldn’t help but notice the web that’d been built overnight in the butterfly bush that I hadn’t trimmed back at the end of last season. I stopped and checked it out. …
I passed by, camera in hand, one snowy afternoon in March just as the sun peeked through as if asking permission to come out now. I glanced over and she immediately caught my eye- I had to do a double take. Seeing her standing there dressed in white- so perfectly imperfect that it in fact …
Does anything but love last forever. And what is forever anyway. Thoughts to ponder not questions to answer. If energy cannot be created and cannot be destroyed then what is life and what is death? None of us are here forever, or are we? If we are energy {which we are} then we can’t be destroyed. …
It was the last of the week, but first of the month, the first of the year. Welcome 2022, please- have a seat right here. My over-the-top magical optimism about 2022 was put to the test before the year even showed up. The test had the nerve to continue through nearly the entire first day …
I’m writing Home from a place called Earth. I’ve been here for just a few years so far. There are many species here. The species I least understand is a Human species called Homo sapiens. If you’d like, go ahead and have a seat next to me and I’ll share with you what I’ve found …
No indications of society or civilization within sight. The musical sounds of birds and squirrels, the chipmunks hustling and bustling all around me. The little snake seemingly smiles as I flutter on by and say a quick hi, offer a smile, and wish him a good day. The almost whipping winds from the lake inspiring …
Isn’t it weird that there are bugs that glow in the dark? A lot can happen in the blink of an eye…
The last few mornings when I’ve awoken and stepped outside There’s been a fairly strong aroma. Not overwhelmingly strong, but definitely impossible to miss. Taking a few slow deep breaths, I know without a doubt what this familiar aroma is, and a happy peaceful smile makes its way across my face…
