This site reflects little bursts of inspiration and thought - through writing and photography. I like to credit anything that blesses you as simply God flowing through me...and anything that doesn't...well, that would just be my mere thinking out loud! :)
May there be more of God's inspiration than Kim's thoughts...and may you be greatly encouraged and blessed as you browse through this collection of offerings!
Feel free to scroll through the above mini-gallery by placing mouse on the arrows. (Note: Some devices do not show or allow this option. Also, some devices such as I-Phones show blog pics separated differently than you will view them on a PC. I have yet to figure out why, but then my humble technology accomplishments are doing well to even have a blog!) Check out the gallery of photos if you like color and photography. At the bottom/left of each page is a small arrow to view previous posts. There are many.
Before you get to all that, click below. Take a breath. Enjoy!!
Song by Eva Cassidy
Photos, well, by me!
Back to where I used to be
The road to home has beckoned me
Courthouse square, days gone by
Funny, that's the place I fly
Family joy, memoirs sweet
Invisible whisperings fill the street
I suppose it's where I'll stay
Back to work, back to play
This old town has holds on me
It hugged my heart then set me free
Now I walk these streets again
Hugging back this dear old friend
Here I stand
A native be
In this town
Where roots are deep
I giggled down
The path of youth
Grew up fast
And old too soon
Life has surely
Danced for me
Joy and pain
And mystery
Where did all
The prized years go?
Memories
I cherish so
They will ever
Live inside
Beloved halls
Of heart and mind
FREE
Lord I will sing, open my wings
Help me to fly with You
My heart's desire, passion and fire
Glorious hope brand new
I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I will offer my all and answer the call
Spirit strengthen me
Father, my prayer is that I might care
As You have so loved me
Help me to fight, I will take flight
Above the enemy
I want to be free!
I want to be free!
Lord, I offer my all and answer the call
Spirit strengthen me.
I want to be free!
I want to be free!
Fill me anew, reflections of You
It's my heart's one plea!
It appears that winter has breathed most of its fury...and for whatever reason, it didn't seem too aggressive this season. The biggest part of me REALLY wanted a BIG snow dump. I have always been of the opinion that if if is going to be cold, it might as well be white! However, it just might be that the gray winter will transition straight into color one of these soon to come warm days! Though I might miss the snow, I certainly won't complain when these be-dazzled jewels of brightness begin to throw themselves into full bloom! Spring represents promise. New life. Joy in the morning. Sunshine after the storm. Those delicate early morning dew drops gleam as they attempt to announce the opening of symphonic brilliance. Though there could be a final winter tease, I have begun to set my sights on a water-colored palette. Waiting for "grand and glorious days ahead...."
Well, it's been quite awhile since I added to my blog. There are a number of reasons for that, some of which I will attempt to share here now. My daughter and husband and their two toddlers have been living with us since before Christmas while they wait for a home to be built near-by. It has been about 6 months of pure pandemonium and pleasant delight! Anytime seven people share a house, there will most likely be stories to tell. And....each of us could certainly tell a few! The computer that I typically work on to create the blogs here happens to be in an office-turned-children's room! So the opportunities to sit quietly and write are let's say, not as frequent! I sit tonight among three of our combined six lounging dogs, one hamster, a fish, toy baskets, un-matched shoes, blankies and binkies. There is a toy octopus eyeing me and a T-Rex who has temporarily stopped growling while his favorite boy is out with mom and sister tonight. So, I have slipped past the gnarly-faced King Kong and puff-a-lumps to see if I might still have a little writing inspiration left over since we brought the dump trucks, tricycles and baby dolls in. I have to say that having grandkids - and kids at home is an inspiration of its own. Not all can say they get the opportunity to have a window of time with them that is so up-close. I know it will be short-lived as far as sharing space and meals and moments, but I cherish the joy of grandma-hood in its pleasantries and am thankful for these specialties of life! I have also been working again for the past year (plus), which is also often inspirational, but also very time-consuming. One day I hope to to have more concentrated time to focus here in this little space. For now, I will sneak in as often as time allows and hope some of you might also enjoy a picture or two, some humor or just thoughts on a page. I might add that I appreciate the visits and peeks from those of you who are curious - or just enjoy these expressions of life! Life. We all have it in common...I just sometimes like to put words to mine! Blog blessings to you!
Glassy wonder, prisms bright
Frosty crystals, glazed delight
Water droplets melt and fall
Giving in, giving all
To the warmth of sunshine's glow
Winter's exit, chilled and slow
Seasons change in front of me
Diamonds melting into Spring
Dripping gently, without sound
Falling softly to the ground
Where new life will rise again
Like a long awaited friend
So many have sung this treasured song through the years. It was penned by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane and introduced by Judy Garland in the 1944 musical, "Meet Me in St. Louis." Frank Sinatra later recorded a version with modified lyrics (shown here). Though I know heaven's songs will be best, this one strikes so much sentiment and grace in the hearts and lives of everyday people. It is probably my favorite. Light up a fire, turn on the soft tree lights and let this warm melody hug you a little this season. Merry Christmas, blog friends.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
Next year all our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now