I hope everyone enjoys time together celebrating with friends and family remembering those who have served and who are no longer with us.
Little Golden One

Oriole Photo © Jim Ruppel
“Hello, little golden one.”
Yesterday morning before going to town, we had a visitor I had never seen before. In all the 30+ years we’ve lived in the mountains, this is the first time this little guy had come to call.
He is a beautiful type of Oriole, bright orange and black and full of curiosity. He hopped from the planter to the deck floor and came closer to peck at his reflection on the sliding-glass door. He chirped repeatedly, as if asking to be let in. Continue reading
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“We all sit around in a circle and suppose, while the secret sits in the center and knows” ~~ Robert Frost
I love this quote by Robert Frost and can relate in many circumstances. In fact, it’s probably what I’ve done most of my life, metaphorically ― analyze everything to death but would never get to the core.
Therein lies the frustration, when it seems the answers are right there ― so close you feel them. Only, you don’t know why you can’t see. Why you don’t understand and why it’s happening to me. Have you ever felt that way? Continue reading
“Life is Not a Sharp Knife to Cut All Those Bad Memories”: Guest Story by Rishika Jain Inspirations (RJI) and Shared by “Be Legendary”
What do we do in life’s multitude of situations? How we respond to family and those we interact with every day in life? As I look back, I know there are many times I wished I had taken a little more time to think things through before I reacted.
I’m getting better at it and this story is a wonderful, reflective reminder to me. It is by Rishika Jain Inspirations (RJI) and shared on Facebook by Be Legendary.

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to cook food and every now & then I remember she used to cook for us.
One night in particular when she had made dinner after a long hard day at work, Mom placed a plate of bread, jam and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt toast.
My Little Miracle
I’ve been reading a lot lately, books, posts, articles, and came across some of my old journals. I had forgotten about this incident I wrote about in December of 1999 . . . my little miracle.
It’s been more than 10 years ago and I can still remember it, as if it was yesterday. It was not so insignificant, at the time, or minor, as I recall, and goes like this: Continue reading


