Isn’t it funny how one person can go outside, look around, and see nothing interesting while an other can do the same and find beauty. It’s as magical as when the optometrist flips the lens and asks “…better, one or two?”
The season of lent is upon us. This year’s event will take me through to year 3 of widowhood. My view changes daily but currently I see how blessed I am to have life, love, and a roof over my head. I have much to be thankful for.
Although I have not lived the most spiritual and pure life, I do believe that I have been striving towards that general direction. Perhaps I don’t take away everything that our priests have given out in their weekly message, but I do take away something. And I’ve done well to take that little something and make it meaningful for me and those around me. It’s a step. [Read more…]
Word on the street is that these tasty little berries actually have anti-depressant properties. Filled with wonderful antioxidants and other goodness, blueberries supposedly improve brain health and vision, reduce cholesterol, fight cancer, and prevent constipation.
After eating this bowl full of berries, I should be feeling fabulous soon.
I wonder if it helps to heal sprained ankles too.
My ankle is blowing up like gum-chewing Violet Beauregarde and I’m not about to be subjected to the juicer.
I heard he sang a good song,I heard he had a styleAnd so I came to see him,to listen for a whileAnd there he was, this young boy,a stranger to my eyesStrumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songI felt all flushed with fever,embarassed by the crowdI felt he’d found my letters and read each one out loudI prayed that he would finish,but he just kept right onStrumming my pain with his fingers