No Hurry, Be Happy

Light filtered through the curtains and I was thrilled that I had slept in.  I figured it was probably about 7:30 and that felt wonderful after many mornings of 6:30 rising times.  I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock - 9:33!!!  Holy cow!!

On the Shores of Lake Michigan

With sadness in my heart, I waved good-bye to Cindee.  She looked so alone standing at the end of the driveway to The Fairy Cottage to see us off.  My heart grieved because I knew I might never see her again on this earth and she had touched my heart and life so profoundly with her love and affirmation.

The Adventure

I am usually not a very patient person,  It's truly one of my major flaws.  Ask anyone who knows me well and they will undoubtedly agree. So, as I am standing in a very long line to reschedule my cancelled flight home, some not very kind thoughts are streaming through my mind.  Not only am I feeling very impatient with the airline, I am not feeling too kindly toward my fellow travelers, either.

A Tribute to My Dad

My Dad died two weeks ago today.

I had just arrived at work; hadn’t even been there 5 minutes yet.  Hadn’t even had a chance to turn on the computer, when my cell phone rang.  I looked at the number on the screen and I just knew in my heart already what the caller was going to tell me.

The Pursuit of Happiness

"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."  

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Perhaps this is where our problem lies.  We have pursued happiness as our goal and our purpose in life.  When happiness becomes our goal and purpose, we are forever pursuing it and it is forever just out of our reach.

For what makes us truly happy?

A Prison Visit

I'm welcoming a guest to my blog page today.  Leslie Leyland Fields is a favorite of mine.  She writes with an honesty and transparency that really blesses me.  This blog is about forgiveness, something we all struggle with at one time or another and something we can never read too much about.  I feel this is especially appropriate at this time of year, as we celebrate Easter.  We acknowledge Jesus' death which bought our forgiveness from God, and His resurrection, which assures us of eternal life.  Pull up the chair next to Leslie's and let's chat.

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It's Spring Break. I should be writing about hummingbirds and daffodils, which are here in abundance these few thousand miles from Kodiak (glory!!). But I'm writing about prison instead. I was there last night. In my semi-sleep. I was remembering something very painful that happened a year ago. I was plotting a way to hurt this person back. (What, me? The woman who wrote Forgiving Our Fathers and Mothers: Finding Freedom from Hate and Hurt??  Yes, me. I need to forgive and be forgiven as often as I need my daily bread.) 

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Not A Fan of Spring

Last Friday, at precisely 6:45pm, spring arrived!

As I walked out of my house, headed down my walkway to my car, I saw abandoned sleds in the yard, deserted sticks that long ago had been made into swords by creative children, dried up dog droppings, filthy, muddy snow, sand and salt covered walkways, bare trees and all other sorts of ugliness.