Hello Love, It’s been a while since I’ve written…forgive me. I’ve been so busy working, studying for school, and trying to keep it somewhat presentable around here in the unlikely event of unexpected visitors. That’s one thing about COVID it has cut back on the number of knocks at the door. Remember how crazy things…
Tag: Dying
Good Friday, Is it Really Good?
In less than a week, another year of my life will have been spent…gone forever, never again to relive. Re-do’s are just impossible with time. The older I get the closer to dependency I become, and that frightens me. As a caregiver, I work with elderly seniors, and their level of dependency varies greatly. I…
Fragile: Haiku 9/16/16
The following was inspired by today’s daily post: Fragile (my stab at haiku) *** Glorious beauty Seen only through fragile eyes The way: Death alone
Melody of the Soul
Sometimes I shiver with the thought of getting old. This shiver, like a wave of panic, reminds me: Time marches on and stops for no one. Logically, I knew this all along; however, now that I’m over fifty, it’s beginning to really sink in. It’s quite the paradox, for as I gaze into the mirror, I see…
