Quiet Life
Friday, November 15, 2024
Constants
Monday, November 11, 2024
hair growth after chemo. month eight
Friday, November 01, 2024
November comes
November
by John Updike
I find this poem to be so beautiful and surprisingly profound for a children's poem.
Don't You?
Tuesday, October 22, 2024
Mommy loves you, Ginny.
Final photo of our honey. We had a comfort room. Candles and Hershey Kisses. Ginny got to eat kisses and cheese and Chocolate cake before she went to sleep. She could not eat easily but managed. Ginny was confused and did not recognize us. It was so hard. The staff at the emergency Vet was incredible. Kind and gentle and sweet and reassuring.
We cried and cried. And I cry even now.
We sure were lucky to have such a good girl come live with us. She gave us lots of love and comfort and joy.
Mommy loves you Ginny.
Thursday, October 17, 2024
Chicago Tribune Fall Tradition
This cartoon is about the only thing I remember from my childhood newspaper reading!
(Except, of course, the sports section, Chicago Blackhawks articles.)
But, truly, I watched for this cartoon each fall and loved to study the landscape change from haystacks to teepees....smoke to the Indians.
It just fascinated me.
It's older than I realized, 1907, and it is not run in the paper any more.
You can read all about it if you're interested in the link below.
Monday, October 14, 2024
Holy Ground
"No matter where life takes you... the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground. Love hard and love wide and love long, and you will find the goodness in it."
~Susan Vreeland
“If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with.”
Saturday, October 05, 2024
Add to the Beauty: Farrow and Ball
I found this to be just so lovely I had to share it with you.
It's simple, beautiful and so peaceful.
soothing
that's the word.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!
Add to the beauty,
Donna
Thursday, October 03, 2024
There is a place
Wednesday, September 25, 2024
Summer Sun was on their wings...
Sunday, September 22, 2024
Hey, Boo.
Monday, September 16, 2024
Feeling Good, Lewis
Sunday, September 15, 2024
It ain't that tragic.
Tuesday, September 10, 2024
After All
"I have no wish to choose. But I have come to the last page of my Journal, and living or dying, shall write in this volume no more. It closes upon a life of much childishness and great sinfulness, whose record makes me blush with shame but I no longer need to relieve my heart with seeking sympathy in its unconscious pages nor do I believe it well to go on analyzing it as I have done. I have had large experience of both joy and sorrow; I have the nakedness and the emptiness and I have seen the beauty and sweetness of life. What I say now, let me say to Jesus. What time and strength I used to spend in writing here, let me spend in praying for all men, for all sufferers who are out of the way, for all whom I love. And their name is Legion for I love everybody.
Yes I love everybody! That crowning joy has come to me at last. Christ is in my soul; He is mine; I am as conscious of it as that my husband and children are mine; and His Spirit flows from mine in the calm peace of a river whose banks are green with grass and glad with flowers. If I die it will be to leave a wearied and worn body, and a sinful soul to go joyfully to be with Christ, to weary and to sin no more. If I live, I shall find much blessed work to do for Him. So living or dying I shall be the Lord's.
But I wish, oh how earnestly, that whether I go or stay, I could inspire some lives with the joy that is now mine. For many years I have been rich in faith; rich in an unfaltering confidence that I was beloved of my God and Saviour. But something was wanting I was ever groping for a mysterious grace the want of which made me often sorrowful in the very midst of my most sacred joy, imperfect when I most longed for perfection. It was that personal love to Christ of which my precious mother so often spoke to me which she often urged me to seek upon my knees. If I had known then, as I know now what this priceless treasure could be to a sinful human soul, I would have sold all that I had to buy the field wherein it lay hidden. But not till I was shut up to prayer and to the study of Gods word by the loss of earthly joys, sickness destroying the flavor of them all, did I begin to penetrate the mystery that is learned under the cross. And wondrous as it is, how simple is this mystery! To love Christ and to know that I love Him-this is all!
And when I entered upon the sacred yet oft-times homely duties of married life, if this love had been mine, how would that life have been transfigured! The petty faults of my husband under which I chafed would not have moved me; I should have welcomed Martha and her father to my home and made them happy there; I should have had no conflicts with my servants, shown no petulance to my children. For it would not have been I who spoke and acted but Christ who lived in me.
Alas! I have had less than seven years in which to atone for a sinful, wasted past and to live a new and a Christ-like life. If I am to have yet more, thanks be to Him who has given me the victory, that Life will be Love. Not the love that rests in the contemplation and adoration of its object; but the love that gladdens, sweetens, solaces other lives."
O gifts of gifts!