Searching For Joy in the Music

Searching For Joy in the Music It was just after six a.m.and I was minding my own business,waiting for the heater to erase the cold,sipping my coffee – the new brand I found.The blinds were all open, of course.As I watched for the dawnto illuminate the whispers...

It’s Not Christmas ‘Til You Cry

It’s Not Christmas ‘Til You Cry They start now before the leaves have fallen. Before we’ve packed the shorts and T-shirts away. Christmas lights in store windows and garlands reaching across the aisle. But it’s not Christmas no matter the signs. Oh, they’ll wait a bit...

Thoughts To Lock in the Attic With Slow Cousin Larry

Thoughts To Lock in the Attic With Slow Cousin Larry That little nagging thoughtcame again this morning.The one I usually quickly push to the side,hidden from all conversation or the light of day. Much like they used to do with the idled childto be hidden in the...

All I Had*

All I Had Some stories are long.Some are short.Some thoughts are fleeting.Some wrap around our very beingto cling forever. Like the one when I told youto wrap your arms around meand hold on.Squeeze the very breath from mefor you’re all I have.All I have.Lord,...

Music in a Pie Shell

         Music in a Pie Shell The morning started off with music. Sometimes, that is good; sometimes not. I heard new voices and zeroed in on a few. I felt some of the new words. Some soothed, some moved, and some cut. One...

Sometimes Friends Don’t Have to Talk

Sometimes Friends Don’t Have to Talk   Just before I met you for lunch todayI got a call.It was a short messagefor the caller knew that once she told methere could be no words back from me.“Could” being the magical words there.“Sweet Jane died” she...