Site-Wide Post Activity: All Authors
 There was a young man named Dwight Who knew something wasn't quite right If he drove his car more than a block His transmission would... [read more] |
 I am grateful that my life is overflowing with wonderful memories of people I still love, cherish and adore…. Memories that hel... [read more] |
|
How blessed would we be if before the final reading of our wills we would have all mastered these two important skills… The fi... [read more] |
|
I believe whatever entity created us…created us out of love and meant for that same love to to be our destiny…our fate. because I can... [read more] |
 In the paddock’s breath, two lances tilt toward laughter — ponies patient as old kings, crowns of sunlight ... [read more] |
|
Over‑Shoulder Weather I have walked the length of my sentence long after the gates unlatched, counting the gravel unde... [read more] |
|
We were thrilled to hear about Jesus from Evangelist Mark's manuscript, that he had begun on our island. The accounts he read were like gent... [read more] |
|
Legend of a Feather’s Loop Follow the gold path to walk the day from mist to glint — Feather at dawn, Crow at the fence, Fox i... [read more] |
 She starred as a waitress who was always jolly. She was very talented and her name was Polly. I wonder if she realized that 'Alice' would be... [read more] |
 Spite dressed as love is a dagger, not care, Even from family, you’re not bound to their snare. They feed on your pain, on the hurt they cre... [read more] |
|
The Door Between Us I packed my silence into boxes labeled enough and no more, carried them down the hallway where your shouting stil... [read more] |
|
I’m grateful that I know… something that in every part of the world is true… If we teach our children to be kind to animals th... [read more] |
|
May we be reminded by ducks… about our capability… something we humans desperately need call it a lesson in humility… When we... [read more] |
|
We saw a family of ducks the other day…enjoying the morning sun. A mother duck and her 7 babies…in a little pond… splashing in the wa... [read more] |
|
Feather drifts in the paddock mist, catches on a fence where the crow keeps watch, slips past thistle and shadow‑fox, rests by the la... [read more] |