Awakening from a dream a few days ago, the details totally escaped me. I did, however, have a sense it was so earth bound; every thing I’d been doing was limited by natural science laws. I wondered why. In some dreams I’ve flown like an eagle, soaring above Earth. In those dreams there was a … More Dreams. . .
L-RD Bless, Keep, Shine. . .
Today I am reposting “Peace On Earth,” which was written and posted four years ago. There’s a scene from some movie that just popped itself into my mind. There’s an angry man spouting off about something, and another man says to him, “Ah, does someone need a hug?” Anger isn’t exactly an emotion; rather it … More Peace On Earth. . . (Repost)
This morning an owl is trying to compete with the noise in the neighborhood. “Whoo Who Whoo Whoat. . . Whoo Whoo Whoo Whoooooo!” The commercial lawn services use extremely loud machines. Airplanes fly over, low, single-engine jobs. In the lulls other birds try to get in a few bars of their songs. Almost … More Modern Serenade
As I pulled out of the driveway this morning, I noticed a caterpillar climbing the post that holds the basketball hoop. It’s early Spring here in Georgia, and there are caterpillars. A few weeks ago there were tadpoles in the pond. Both butterflies and frogs do this metamorphosis thing. Caterpillars become butterflies; tadpoles become frogs. … More Origin of Life
The game of life has often been said to be a test. I’ve never really figured out why. Nevertheless, if it’s a test then there are probably exams with right answers and wrong answers. Perhaps, as with some college courses, there is only One Big Final Exam. Pass. Fail. Graded. Ugh! Or perhaps there are … More Is it Right?
Heading through Atlanta, Georgia, from Interstates 75, 85, and 20 requires a trucker bypass the city unless actually delivering there. Interstate 285 makes a large ring road around the town, bypassing most of the city, which lies within the ring. There are a great number of cities that offer alternate routes that bypass the main … More Bypass
In the garden on Thursday afternoon, Padron 7000 Maduro (cigar), a glass of water, and the fish darting about the pond. Alan Jackson sings, “Leaning on the everlasting arms. . .” Some bugs are daring to come near despite the Tiki torches lite, one to my front right, the other just behind and to … More Returns
It’s early morning here in North Georgia. After a cold Winter, the last few weeks have been nice, with temperatures in the mid-60s. Nights, however, have remained cool, dropping into the high 30s and low 40s. This morning I heard quite the ruckus coming from the back of my small lot, out near the creek.