Softly, softly,

I can bear my trials

the barren years  [the barren (bearin’) years]

if it means that there is hope for joy to be restored.

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Reading the book of Job 10 years ago has been a tremendous aid in my journey.

God’s Word speaks softly, persistently, to my heart;
‘like a tree planted beside a river… ‘
‘I will not fail, or forget you’


If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees


We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.

– Audre Lorde

“Watching the sunrise outdoors statistically increases your odds of having a good day. And needing a nap after lunch.” 

It’s kind of saddening to look out today and see the snow gone after just being out yesterday and getting to see all the pretty snow covered lawns.

Basking in the warmth… the sun, the stillness, the peace…
soaking up my vitamin D….
makes up for it.




Observations and thoughts

Standing with the back door open, gazing over all the beauty of the pristine white landscape….

Lots of birds calling
(once again) I hear the call of the crow
I think I could even say I saw ‘four’ calling birds land together in a tree
two patches of snow still siting in the tops of the pine trees looking like great white birds

early morning thoughts before rising:

Relationships are funny things.
You never really know if someone is satisfied, do you?