Learning to Nourish
“I don’t know Honey; the odds are stacked against this little fella. He will need to be a real fighter to survive.” The stiff breeze combined with the dampness created a wind chill in the 20s. …
“I don’t know Honey; the odds are stacked against this little fella. He will need to be a real fighter to survive.” The stiff breeze combined with the dampness created a wind chill in the 20s. …
Our friend Mrs. Cathy Baker (www.cathybaker.org) responded to one of my January posts, writing “Pride is one of those parasitic sins because it just pops up unexpectedly in our lives.” The honesty of her comment floored …
German poet Heinrich Heine (1797-1856) stated “Where words leave off, music begins.” I could not agree more. There’s something about a haunting melody, a well-paced rhythm, and the right harmony that brings words in a song …
Mornings are the worst for me. I wake up and as soon as I rise from bed the Symphony of Old Age begins. My knees pop, my ankles crack, my neck crunches, and every movement is …