On this Memorial Day we must remember why we stand free as a nation. There were many soldiers over the years who have risked their lives to stand for the freedom that we now enjoy. Let it never be said that we take for granted those brave ones. I am proud to say that my son served as a marine and defended our nation in Iraq and in Afghanistan. Thanks to God , he returned home safely. For all of you who have fought for the freedom of our fine nation I want to say thank you!!! Those , who I cannot thank personally, my blessings to your families and thanks for the bravery of your beloved soldiers.Thank you all for your great sacrifice.

Tonight the moon was quite a site to embrace! It was as if someone had removed the warty ribs of skin from a ripened cantaloupe and suspended it upon the horizon.
… As we mature and heal from the pain of the past those unpleasant things come to the surface of who we are, we grieve our losses, and we are finally able to allow those warty layers to slough off from our living , refreshed selves……let them go…. and move on. Our lives will then be such a beauty to embrace!!

Good things are tiny anythings, potentially…something, like a sun on a cloudy day, pulsating it’s presence every cloud and then.
Good things are running as long and– as far as you want-laughing…instead of tiring.
Good things are tickling puppies…their love for us is so unconditional.
Good things are like chocolate cake….if you wait too long to eat …..it crumbles.

I was distracted today to a patch of ground cover near the fountain in my yard. I stared as my mind raced. The ivy-laden area suddenly seemed to be inhabited by a mysterious something. I noticed a sure, steady movement of something that seemed to slither through each brilliant leaf… as a green shiver would now and then expose a tiny spot of red. I began to think it must be a snake with a diabolical red spot on his head. I was just getting ready to run-since I hate snakes- when out pops the most beautiful cardinal I have ever seen. Why- I thought, what made me think that it would have to be something diabolical-when this unknown visitor was quite beautiful to behold. Things are sometimes not what they seem to be in life-when dealing with the unknown we may want to think the best until proven otherwise.

We spend a lot of time thinking and worrying about things that never even happen. My mom used to say, “Don’t be such a worry wart.” When I was a child, hearing this would put an image of a grotesque, shriveled up growth on some part of the body that was a nag to remove. I must admit that even if I did not have a clue about what she meant by that-I was thoroughly inclined to stop doing, thinking or speaking the way I was before she said that-just by sheer adverse reaction to my thought of a wart.