Embracing the Quiet
When Mom was still here on this side of heaven, my sis, Karen, and I talked a lot to her even when she was in a sound sleep. We knew her spirit could hear our words. That’s why I put the phone up to her ear when my children and grandchildren called the day before…
We Need Community
John Donne, an 18th century poet, wrote: “No Man is an Island”. That poem and the phrase “no man is an island” means that no one is truly self-sufficient, everyone must rely on the company and comfort of others to thrive. I’m not one who ever professes to be lonely. As if to pound my…
Shhh! You Talk Too Much!
That’s what my husband replied to me after a few days at home under hospice care. I wanted to delve into what he must be thinking when he thoughtfully and slowly opened and closed his eyes. I thought maybe he was already seeing his mansion in heaven along with his loved ones waiting for him…
No Man is an Island….or is He?
As we made our drive to church on Sunday, I asked my two young grandsons random questions. I asked Brennan, “If you were stuck on a deserted island, what three things or people would you want with you?” He quickly replied “My dad, Bryson (his younger brother) and a knife.” I loved that he wanted…
No Man is an Island, so Why Try to be One?
My Austin family recently acquired four more goats to add to the family’s five goats, making it now a 9-member herd. One of the new goats was a loner from the start. He didn’t hang with the rest of the herd and stayed at least 20-feet away from them. The family kept trying to bond…
No Man is an Island, so Why Try to be One?
English poet, John Donne penned those words: “No man is an island”, which paved the way for that beautiful song: “No man is an island, No man stands alone. Each man’s joy is joy to me. Each man’s grief is my own. We need one another, so I will defend Each man as my brother,…