When my husband and I walked the battlefields of Gettysburg, PA a few years ago, I kept wondering what it had been like for the town’s residents to live there during the horror of the Civil War. Thus, I bought the “Diary of a Lady,” a thin pamphlet that contained the journal writings of Sarah…
Today I awoke to find the sun rising as usual. The robin’s early song was the loudest heard … as usual. An overnight rain had tainted the air with the scent of damp earth … as it usually does. Puddles obediently reflected the scene in the sky in which clouds rolled away and trees swayed…
The header image on the home page of this blog, which switches to a snowy scene from late December until late March, has in no way applied to the winter of 2019-2020. Some believe we’re going to get walloped soon, which has happened in March or early April before. Others are writing about the consequences…
The holiday season is behind us. During this time of quiet recovery, with deep winter and the keeping of new year’s resolutions ahead, I have found myself thinking about ceremony.
Like many people I know, I struggle with a nagging sense of sadness during these the darkest days of the year. It’s minor … virtually undetectable really. It does not keep me from enjoying the blessings or performing the chores of daily life. But it’s there just the same. My mind drifts toward worry more…