Little Tool: For a few years, at random and sometimes specific times, I will pull this little tool out to see what I hear and notice. I did this, this past week, and I realized I really miss my sister. We are going to plan a get together. I call it: Inventory It’s simple. Sit…

The whispers: Whispers are interesting things. Whispers are meant for their hearers. Little children, like my granddaughters, will say, “Lala, I want to tell you a secret?” and they come with hand cupped alongside their mouths to speak what only I am to here. Movies over the years have made whispers scary, like haunted calls…

Sometimes I have so much thought that it is difficult to focus: I finished reading that chapter ….but in the middle of it I read, “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”…

Poem: The Snow Gives Way the cold turns brisk It loses its bitter bite Gray takes leave for ice blue vivid tones of the morning little parsley patches peek-a-boo and the snow gives way to that which needs to be released paper trash and heart garbage all the same time to let it fade away…

Pondery: In two books I’m reading it had the same feel and similarity of words. I tend to notice when I see the same words and feel. One talked about not rushing and how we know that we are, is we start skimming. In the other, it said, “we must slow down…or we will miss…

Changes: This year spring seems to be coming early. I am not complaining. I did see a young friend of mine on Facebook say, “But we’ve only had 2 weeks of winter.” I giggled. It is kind of true. All the snow for winter fell in the first two weeks of January. But hey, that…