• a gift of life,  journaling,  lifestyles,  nature,  rants,  spirituality

    … not always my best thinking

    March 20, 2026
    Starburst from my porch this morning

    I have been glancing at Google news and NPR news for the past month thinking I would stay better informed. I made sure not click on any of the links or read articles, I only read the headlines. But that wisdom showed me that some of my best thinking is not always my best thinking. In no time at all I found myself both angry and weeping for the world. So today as I journaled on my porch I wondered when was the last time we saw headlines with news of hope, love, compassion, tolerance, peace, forgiveness, acceptance, and stories of people who are making a positive difference in the world? Maybe that voice must come from each of us. I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

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  • landscape,  natural areas,  Plants,  Reservoir Ridge Natural Area,  seasons,  snow,  winter scenes

    Closer to Nature

    March 5, 2022

    I know this is the second post for the day but thought I’d give a weather report from my small little universe as it’s more enjoyable than the worlds chaotic news. We had a dusting of snow early this morning covering the open fields in white then gone by mid morning. About 2:00 pm the temperature was a nice 32 degrees, snow had let up, so I headed to Reservoir Ridge Natural Area for a bit of prayer and walking meditation. It was quite beautiful, wonderful silence, just what my soul needed. Seems I have needed to be closer to nature the past few days. I only did a couple miles, enough to have cold hands, cold ears and a runny nose. It had begun to snow again by the time I got back to the car. In this image you can see the snow in the foothills while the higher elevations are hidden in snowfall. Hope you are having a good Saturday. Think I’ll enjoy a piece of warm peach pie now. 😊

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  • clouds,  landscape,  lifestyles,  rants,  storm clouds,  writing/reading

    Storm Brewing

    July 22, 2020
    Storm clouds brewing on the northern horizon

    Listening to the news grieves this heart.
    Voices cry warnings of a storm brewing
    somewhere, every day, every moment.

    I want to turn away from it all,
    cover my ears, bury my head in the sand, 
    still storm clouds rise on the far horizon.

    With diligence I stay alert listening to the
    thunder of lies, watching for lightning bolts of anger,
    each a sign of the growing storms of hatred.

    Oh, to wake from this nightmare, to discover
    instead, a sunlight of love rising on the horizon,
    offering us the gift hope. This is my prayer!

    mws

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