My sisters-in-law stayed with me for a few days this week. We hiked to the top of the 680-foot “mountain” on the island, walked a few beaches, and trekked with Wally through the woods on his daily walks. In the evenings, we cooked, drank wine, played games, and laughed. In those few days, the islandContinue reading “It’s Relative”
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This Magic Moment
The beach stretched out before us, damp sand and whispering waves. Nearing dusk, it was a gentle time to be at the beach; the earlier wind had died, all of the heat from the day’s peekaboo sun had gathered at the Earth’s surface. It was warm, welcoming and sad. Maggie’s frailty kept her from joiningContinue reading “This Magic Moment”
Wishes and Gratitude
The dandelion puff dances in the breeze, its delicate seeds floating like whispers of possibility. As I pause to admire this simple yet enchanting spring fluff, the thought of making a wish crosses my mind. It’s a reflex, ingrained from childhood, to believe in the magic of wishes and the power of hope. AndContinue reading “Wishes and Gratitude”