What the world needs now is truth-tellers. Shamelessly spreading the word- that the new normal is flawed, imperfect living done in the real world. Transparent style. What the world needs now is empathy. Compassion spreaders intent on understanding people and their complicated stories. Covering the world with a blanket of caring kindness. So that compassion …
Blues turn to pinks and greys as we arrive home at dusk to four brave soldiers. The Fearless Foursome, courageously holding down the fort. Waiting the seasoned warriors’ return. Valiantly. And awaiting the report from the front lines. Ready to move into position upon the signal. Ready to pull things together to make the plan …
I was dreading it. One more obligation. One more thing to do. And although I believe the mantra ‘we can do hard things’, there are times when I just want an easy thing. One.easy.thing. Amidst all the hard things in life. All those things that pull me eight ways to Sunday. And as I sat …
We were born for this. This journey, this life adventure. This journey on which we travel in and out of days and weeks and months and years. In and out of seasons. We were born for this quest. Were born for the highs and lows, the twists and turns. The bends. The forks in the …
Just do the next right thing. She walks the shoulder of the road, feet slapping pavement every once in a while. Light shining all around. Air fresh and clean with the on-again-off-again afternoon showers. And in the bushes, a rustling of some kind of small creature. A bird? A mouse? The fragrance of fresh-mown grass …
Another day slips away. Time, relentless gritty granules in the proverbial sand timer. And here we all are. At different points in our journey. For which, each and every day when the evening closes into darkness, we take stock. Of where we are. From whence we’ve come. And where we are headed tomorrow. It is …
Today. I was reminded yet again. For what stands to be the thousandth time. (It is a lesson in progress.) That I do not know everyone’s story. Nor do I know all the reasons why or for what reason people do the things they do. And neither can I know all the minute and significant …
When I was a little girl, I lived in constant fear of never reaching adulthood. I imagined every common cold to be cancer. Every cut or bruise to be fatal. I feared dying at every turn. I would pray every night for God to ‘please, please’ see me through to the morning. From the dark …
Love. It is the one thing life must be characterized by. But at times, the hardest thing to give. The most difficult offering to bring forward when we’ve been wronged. When we are wounded and hurting and desperate for justice. We say we love. But do we truly love…everyone? I know I have a long …
It’s been a long day. Preceded by an even longer night. In which I woke, startled by my dream. A telling dream- of projected fears and failures and worries about things to come. And now, here I am again. Ready to head into another night. And then, another day. And on and on. Sadly, there …
Hey! Welcome all!!! Glad you are here…at this time and at this place. With me. Sharing my writing and this space called Pursuit of a Joyful Life! I am humbled by your presence. A few words about my writing, my blog and the name of this group. I named my blog “Pursuit of a Joyful …
We six walk through the mist, feel wetness on our faces. I shiver in the night air, anticipating the heat of our van. The time and temperature has shifted from sun-kissed evening warmth to damp and foggy dusk . Nearing the last lap, we come into a clearing. And it is then I hear her …