Time keeps on slipping

Time is subject to slipping away. Bide your time. Time yourself. God is the Master of Time and Space. Give it to God because HE has all the time in the world and there is nothing you can do to change this fact. Give your time to God. It belongs to Him anyway. DDF 5-14-2024

The Grace of Being Still

For the first time, other than taking time off for grief, or vacation, or getting tax papers together, I have no official work. Yes, I still freelance remotely, but there is no work at the moment, since I took time off at the beginning of the year. So I know I have one freelance check

Instant Poof

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Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com Again, I lay it all out there. You can’t take the librarian out of the box. Once a librarian, always a librarian. I still think as a librarian. I search like a librarian. I catalog in my brain. I personally…

Eye of the Beholder

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Eye of the Beholder Awkward I stand and shout Whispers Playing to an empty room A crowd full of no one Bouncing off the nothing on the walls. The air is quiet Playing to an empty room Voices sing Without competing with speak. Music whispers Resounds…

Hiccup Transformation

Things can change in seconds, minutes, hours, days, years. Tonight right now I feel a little shell shocked, someone from somewhere on another site stopped and asked me how I was, and my reality was a little too much for them to bear, and they blocked me (on another site). Rather strange. I did not

Kitty’s Medical Needs

Dear friends, My faithful little sidekick and companion is having medical issues. Early in October, I noticed a swelling on her right side/jaw area. I contacted local Animal Welfare and they gave me names of Vets they work with to help senior citizens. On the 14th the area/ abscess(?) ruptured, and she was bleeding, a

Somewhere In the World: Out of This World and I am holding the talking stick.

At the moment, I am gathering my thoughts, and prayers. Many things. Many people. It all boils down to trust. At least for some of it. I trust you to tell me the truth. So, what you say carries a lot of weight. If it is serious, I take it seriously. And this has not

But, Where Did That Come From?

That surprising moment when grief hits like a ton of bricks. Want to cry. Need to work. It must be September. Always September. Too much in September to remember. Much too much. The 8th, The 13th. The 29th. Just take the whole month, why don’t ya? I welcome anyone who wants to share time with

Thinking in Poetic Time

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Thinking in poetic time, meaning every word, and thought, manifests a rhyme. When the phone rings and I talk my cat thinks I am about to sing. Poetry can be random rhyme or not a string or a dot, a little, a lot. A random thought…

When You

When you smile at me I see your eyes see me. to be continued….