Sometimes when you desire it hard enough, echoes of home come in the wind, or as stowaways in the nets of fishermen. Just sayin'...
Remember when we wished a Happy New Year to each other? That was nine months ago. How time flies. For the rest of the year, I pray that we remain grounded in the lessons we’ve learned already. May we use them to the best of our capabilities so that we can continue to grow. May the rest of the year be extraordinary.
Having ordinary days. Want to reach out to you with an extraordinary piece of music that bathe me with warmth and gentle happiness today. Be well my friends.
Fandango's Flashback Friday-- May 21st I've been calling myself a blogger since February of 2017, typing away to my own drumbeat, really. Back then, I hit the publish button on…
The splendor that is Spring comes with a colorful invitation that we come alive and be present to life. Happy Spring.
What if... Compounding at 1% a day, in 365 days, we’ll be 37 times better/stronger/more blessed/kinder. Here's one way to get started: Let your hard-earned money work as an extension of you; send it out with one blessing to touch people’s life. In time, you might decide to increase that rule.
We're all unique and everything about us is extraordinary. Me: Soil, grass, coconuts, plantains; sky, sea, breeze — all soaked into me. What's your scent? I really want to know about the home that raised you.
"Oh, happy day," Lucille says, smiling, and forcing her eyes off her reflection on the mirror, looks around the room... I grew up in a small town, and it still warms my heart when I think of the many occasions I witnessed weddings. Everyone took to the celebrations as that what's happens in small towns when those wedding bells toll loudly.