Freedom and the ability to help others. For those of us who have it, we can help those who do not.
Imagination – where would we be without it? It is often my way of coping, to seek hope when I sometimes feel overwhelmed. And imagine what life would be if we looked outside ourselves. Even though, if we choose to give, we do it for compassion and, frankly, because it feels good to do good.
3. Ability to go to the beach and clear my head. The perfect overcast day with bonus of natural social distancing (talking sparse after Labor Day).
Topsail Beach NC I have not read this book, but must since I go to Topsail as “my” beach.
4. Getting Steps In! We are doing a steps challenge and getting more than our steps in each day and it is showing up on the scales. I feel miserable from COVID weight and hope to get back to the pre-COVID weight ASAP. I have very few taste buds working (no, it’s not COVID-it’s been this way for a good year) and instead of using that for an excuse not to eat as much, I actually seek something to satisfy what buds I have. The good news is that I had a reboot to at least a 50% upgrade on my buds this week and I don’t know why, but it was pleasant. What I understand about getting older is that this could happen. I just want to be healthy.
My step team!
5. Virtual Meetings – I love these meetings! Even if it were not for the pandemic, I would have loved to see this a long time ago. I don’t usually like going out in the dark. It’s a vision thing. And I normally am in bed by 9. With the virtual meetings, they may sometimes run later, but I am at home, so there’s that. Keep on zoooooming, as far as I am concerned. I could list at least 10 reasons to do meetings this way. How about you?
6. Daughter bought her sewing machine and a sewing table. It fits well in her room and today we got some baskets to put on the shelves. She already has masks cut out and other projects in mind. It warms my heart to see her take on sewing, like this.
This is the one she bought and it looks just as pretty!
7. All the people working on the fires out West. Prayers going up for all in need.
8. Checking things off my long check list and setting aside time for me to do this.
9. Bargain prices on food. Don’t you just love it when something you like becomes affordable?
10. You! What’s on your week’s thankful list? Let’s hear about it. Join the party. Want to “ZOOM”?
Always the high notes crack at the edge of sunset, then slide past horizon into never.
Never into then. Past horizons slide toward sunset. At the edge, cracks sound high notes always.
All Souls’ Day, 2018
Even now, awash in the world’s weeping, Joyce, Richard, Rose, they do not rise, but float, bloated reminders of hope Jerry, Cecil, David, drowned, drowning, tense too often a matter of attention to soul or soul- full of what we’ve lost, Bernice, Simon, Daniel, the memory and the chanting twinned tightly to whatever belief we sing, whatever Melvin, Irving, bodies we cradle in the dark grave of corruptibility. O slain cousins of ancient faith, pray this day for us.
Not-so-hostile Takeover
All red-hot July, yellow bobs in a sea of green until a blue breeze and gray time finally take aim, fire a whiff of wind across wispy…
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Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories! I’ll admit (hold your collective gasps of incredulity, lol) I’ve not read any works by Ernest Hemingway. Having said that, I quite like the quote attributed to him posted below. And I daresay, there have been times I’ve felt as if I’ve run out of charges. However! There is this weekly blog hop, Six Sentence Stories. A writing challenge of which I’m most appreciative, Six Sentence Stories allows us to (if necessary) be tricked into thinking, “it’s only 6 sentences”, I can do this!”. What happens after we accept this challenge is a most beneficial experience. We’ve written words that otherwise may not have been written which equates to characters not given life, adventures not lived, mysteries not solved, joys not shared. So what do you think? Up for the challenge?…
Walkin’ Billy had no friends, born and bred a bastard’s child, his a heart grown wild.
Town after town, moving like a mountain river, currents never ceased – gravity’s pull kept him searching for the peace.
It left the day Momma died leaving him on his own, man-boy on the move to wonder what was the meaning of life alone.
Day followed day, year followed same, inevitable he grew weary of wallowing in the pain.
Settled in a small town instinct led him to, the voice inside his head it echoed “it’s all up to you”.
Heart beating strong in spite of life’s ironic twist, having searched four corners of the earth, Walkin’ Billy found himself returned to his place of birth.
As a teacher, I will always remain a student. In the classroom of life, l wish to work with and educate others. Whether you’re a teacher, student, or just your average person, here are a few of my "TEACHERble" moments.
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