Hubs and I listen to morning prayers sometimes instead of reading the Daily Office on our phones. This morning I took this brilliant embodiment of my cats’ individual re-action to the chanted and said scriptural offerings playing on my iPad, Perfectly named The Cradle of Prayer, It brings soulful comfort to all who hear!

Hubs and I took a break from Footlights to celebrate his return to walking without a stick after knee replacement surgery. Shads had a mind to join us, but he really doesn’t think much of traveling in a car. The little hill country town of Fredericksburg was bustling in preparation for October Fest the following…

Rain has been falling steadily for weeks. Starting in August it came as a wake up call to the grasses who had hunkered down to hibernate in a yellow wash of dormancy. Suddenly the lawn mowers and tractors were pressed into service again as the grass turned green overnight and tricked us into thoughts of…

I was raised in a convent from the age of 12-18½. Living with an order of nuns taught me that they turned to God for everything, The promise of a fine day for the Bring and Buy, healing for a sprained ankle after hockey practice, peace for the agonized soul. I was envious of their unshakeable faith…

The re-cycling in my neck of the woods has become next to impossible…we have reports that the same trash truck picks up trash one day and items for re-cycle the next and they both end up at the same dump. Not good. Some recycling centers have closed because trash was also being deposited in the…

For me, saying I follow Jesus is a conscious thought. As He is not currently walking the earth in human form, I literally do not drop everything I’m doing to drag along behind Him, Or mumble something about checking the bread in the oven, “I’ll be there directly…” Or ask to finish drinking coffee with…

So much to see after a week of rain at Footlights… Too many inches to keep track of the aftermath of stormy weather somewhere. Paper soft mushrooms cluster in the grasses, another fungi, only this one rock hard on the side of a tree, complete with Sophie’s Snail. Blooming below the fungi ledge, mini-replicas burst…

Daughts teaches dance at a Performing Arts pre-school. One morning they were anticipating snack and she said, “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse…” the children made a face and started calling out their own versions of the saying, “…I could eat a pot of spaghetti… “…I could eat a loaf of bread… “…I…

Those one time, perfect moments captured on film of our children, oblivious of the camera or staring boldly into the lens, silent and poignant, is called a Kodak Moment in my house. As the woman behind the lens for most of our family photos I have inside information as to what was really going on…

I very often go through my yesterday while on a walk in the mornings.  I love this time alone, I start out still half asleep, my mind drifting back to my pillow, still warm from the night. It’s a little dark these mornings while the earth rotates eastwards, the sun hasn’t finished with the other…