Prayer is not the extra wheel we unveil when times are bad. Prayer is that wheel we need to see us through on this journey. Without it, we are stuck. United we pray. United we fight the darkness of our times.
May there be light. May there always be light. Especially for our friends in Ukraine today.
Christmas is this week. God bless us, every one. Merry Christmas from my home to yours. xoxo
Let’s “Go Placidly” into world peace. May I suggest a reread of DESIDERATA By Max Ehrmann © 1927 Original text “…Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.”
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…
Selma's into poetry -- syllabic poetry! The forms I've chosen to share with you today feel as relaxing as when I'm with a knitting needle, counting stitches. That's what makes this form fun to write. I hope you enjoy them.
Take my current circumstances for example. Up until a few days ago, people loved me; today I feel that I’m their target. Up until a few days ago, I felt I was so-so, not bad -- an okay Writer. Today I feel like I’m a fraud, a failure. ... I was feeling rotten therefore I saw things muddled through my already muddled lenses. I was a stinking dead fish.
Then I came to Japan. And I collapsed. Exhausted. I became undone only to find a wellspring of new energy that slowly seeped into me. Slowly, I started to deflate. I heard birds chirping, cicadas singing their joyful songs, people conversing and laughing softly and life for me turned into a slow waltz. It can happen to you too. Promise.