the root of all evil is not love of money, it is love of self
the root of all evil is selfishness… the root of all the ails of this world.
I took pleasure today sitting on the swing, watching the leaves descend gracefully from the trees. 🙂
I also came in and had some pumpkin pie. 😀
I dare anyone to try and stay awake with a cat curled up by their side, and purring. 😀
Laying on the couch today with my daughter’s cat putting me to sleep… I think I could be like a cat and sleep all day. 😛
Saw a most beautiful moon tonight.
Super bright crescent against a deep blue/black sky, just after dusk.
Gonna go out and look for the Pleiades at midnight.
Everything’s going my way, in my dreams!
Yes, literally, ‘in my dreams’!
Now if it could just go that way in real life. 😛
Sitting here at my daughter’s house with her cat cuddled beside me purring,
and I thought,
wouldn’t it be wonderful if people could purr… then others would know when they were feeling happy.
It is a rather disturbing night.
It is not terribly cold out, in fact it is not cold at all, yet every time the wind blows, the house creaks.
Notes from yesterday:
If wishing and wanting would only make it so….
My little lizards and little tree frogs have gone to ground apparently, now that it’s gotten into the 40’s and below at night. I still see 2 of my lizards during the day if it is warm, but not as much as before.
I saw two of the most interesting, adorable birds today. Wishing I could have gotten a picture, but I figured by time I stopped and got out of the car I would probably just scare them away. They were sitting on a raised ledge so stock still that I found myself considering whether they were stone statues.
Came home and Googled…. They were killdeers.
and just for cuteness (of autumn)
Gotta’ be quick to catch the sun these days.
Melancholy days…. Melancholy ways….
The melancholy days have come,
the saddest of the year;
Of wailing winds, and naked woods,
and meadows brown and sear. – W.C.Bryant
Yesterday I was in a funk.
It’s very difficult (frustrating/annoying) when I get a day of good breathing and feeling good, and then return to having breathing issues. It puts me in a bad mood because I want to feel well, and stay well.
Part of me says I don’t want things.
Part of me knows that I need things.
this one delivered by the Lord Himself:
Where does my hope come from…
My hope comes from the Lord…