Reading “The Alchemist” by Paolo Coelho

The current winter storms in the Pacific Northwest prevented my usual flurry of activities and opened a window for relaxation, reading and meditating. The phrase Personal Legend sent me on a personal search.

I’ve revisited my childhood to search out my favorite dreams and activities. This is a difficult task but I remember hungering for love, truth and a friendship with God.

God and I talked often … or I should say I talked to Him. His communication back to me was a feeling, or help with a decision.

Or letting me drop off a cliff.

But in my earliest memories I knew all people were equal and were not to be judged.

Enjoy the nostalgic photo. Hugs

 

 

 

Has a month gone by already?

Still messing around with technology.  Got a new Verizon Hot Spot, and setting it up.  Scurrying through each day wearing more hats than ever!  Wife, husband’s administrative assistant, bookkeeper for our wee businesses (writer, Consulting Engineer, Cottage Rental)  And also Mother, Grandmother, Caregiver, Landlord. Since Husband’s stroke last October, he has recovered so well, that no one would guess he has any difficulties.  He still has the acreage and the vegetable Garden in top shape. And every time I turn around he has done something special for me.  Now, one of these days, I expect to be able to write, “I have published one of my manuscripts.” The photo below reminds me of love, marriage, pearls of daily adventures, natures beauty, and um …. I’m  rambling.  Good night all!  Wishing each and every one the best!

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Music For the Heart: Happy Thanksgiving All

 ENJOY!  HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING, NO MATTER HOW YOU CELEBRATE OR NOT!

 

MUSIC AS FOOD FOR OUR EMOTIONAL SOULS

Our Garden Rose

I’ve been in a  pensive non-productive mode for a while, but music has always been a powerful

Site from one of the Beaches Deception Pass, Washington State

emotional trigger in my life. This one is a favorite. The words can be transposed to many of the emotional events in our lives, in our writing, and in the ways of life in this world. Enjoy if you have the time.

Andre Rieu “Don’t Cry For Me Argentine”