Each day tumbles into the next without much demarcations. There is no more on-Mondays-I-do-this, and on-Tuesdays-I-go-here. Each day is generic. My weekly pill container tells me what day it is; my morning paper verifies. As I write, it is Sunday. No church. No Sunday brunch. We all miss the comings and goings of our lives….

Circles Need Maintenance My circles expand, yet regrettably, sometimes they tighten, giving me a feeling of claustrophobia. Is my circle too small? This egret has a morning message for me. He looks to his right and then, ever so delicately, he turns to his left. Maybe I also needed to look in new directions too….

Added to my expanding circle this Sunday morning: Mounds of Colorful Petunias Shady Live Oak Trees with Sturdy Welcoming Arms Brownies for Breakfast Neighbors Who Wave Hello Honking Canada Geese Books to Read: (Wait Until Next Year by Doris K Goodwin and my second Joshua book, Joshua in the Holy Land, by Father J Girzone)…

Every ending has a new beginning My new beginning started with a question:  What shall I place in my small but expandable circle? Before long I had new items.  Cool water to splash on my face each morning. My morning coffee, rich, dark and bold. Songbirds. Egrets and herons. And this: Let not your heart…

Week One: Something ends and something begins Like you, I saw my circles of life activities shrinking.  In the week before COVID 19 caused nationwide school closures, and cancelled sporting events, I was meeting friends for lunch, going to the gym, the pool, the library, playing music in my ukulele clubs and of course, dancing…

Congregating in groups of sunny yellows and perky pinks, my summer garden in Central Florida welcomes you.  Standing shoulder to shoulder are varieties of annuals and perennials. Kissed by a lemony sun, they burst with life.  Not cancelled are: Pallets of colorful pansies with Mickey-Mouse faces. Not cancelled are: Handfuls of Ruby-Red Gerbera Daisies reaching…

In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.  (Natalie Sleeth)  . . .Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can…

Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.― Maya Angelou  A pair of trumpeter swans return to my pond each spring.  I dubbed them Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennet. I wondered if they, like Jane Austen characters, faced challenges in their courtship. So, I began to research swan behaviors. I…

Last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice. Whose voice will that be? T.S. Eliot It is early January. I had just returned from several mundane errands. Hurrying, for no apparent reason, I turned off the car, and gathered my shopping bags in one hand. But just as…

It began like previous Christmases, with a determination to avoid the frenzied trappings of the Christmas season. But all too soon, the familiar stresses began to mount. There were schedules to keep, errands to run, and online and store deals to chase, plus the ever-vigilant financial constraints. Each day brought multiple to-do lists; some items…