Exploring heart and soul matters as I journey through the mind fields of life. Sunday, July 31, 2016. The mountains, ocean, forests, clean air and water, and all their inhabitants awaited me. I truly was moving into unknown territory. The next day; seven days after setting out from Ontario, I arrived in Victoria. I relished, drank in, and basked in the euphoric honeymoon period.

Stay optimistic, even in trying times. I feel reflective each November. I think about the blessings of the past year. I think about the difficulties. This year I find myself a bit adrift. My mom, one of my biggest cheerleaders, passed away some months ago. Yet she is in my heart, of course. As a result, i attempt to empathize more. Again, i fall short. So this November, I am grateful i have been given more days. I continue to seek the Lord.

Short bursts of curmudgeonry on any topic. Bar Jokes for English Majors. These are too good not to post. They come from the bluebird of bitterness. Blog and the image from the story reading ape. Blog to which I give credit. A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly. A bar was walked into by the passive voice. Two quotation marks walk into a bar.

Watching a Fall Snow Storm. Grammar and Punctuation at the Bar. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 2,502 other followers. A few years ago, after a visit to the Grand Canyon. And were on final approach to the Vermillion Cliffs.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010. Tuesday, February 9, 2010. In october 2009, i entered a writing contest. Entries were judged by the estimable lynda simmons. The winners were announced at the end of january, and, holy moly. I came in second place. first prize went to karen kachra. Then click on number 6.

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Dogs, donkeys, a goat and life on our farm. Posted by Morning Bray under Dogs. We adopted Vivien on December 5. When I saw her photo on the Charlottesville Albemarle SPCA. Website, it was love at first sight. Her name then was Pretty Girl, and I was smitten. She came to Charlottesville through the Best Friends Animal Society from a shelter in Houston established for Hurricane Harvey relief efforts.

8230;random thoughts and images overflowing from my brain. Throwback Thursday to a trip to Scotland and England. Scottish independence marker in Coldstream.

Enter your email address to receive notifications of new posts. Never so weary, never so in woe,. Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers;. I can no further crawl, no further go;. My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Connor and Alexa at Jenny Lake.