tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41691302896274490092012-02-02T12:12:45.561-07:00Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-87076456979977704672011-12-26T14:09:00.000-07:002011-12-26T14:09:54.815-07:00

One of my favorite authors is Robert Fulghum,                          All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. Here are some reflections from 'the kindergarten man' ...              things he learned after kindergarten: - some teachers only appear later in life,              when time and life experience make one receptive to the instruction - there is no 'they', only 'us' - you can

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In her book, One Thousand Gifts, Ann Voskamp suggests "...life change comes when we receive life with thanks and ask for nothing to change." pg 61 What if the things we want changed in our lives, in the lives of others,      can only come when we thank God for what is? for His presence, for His provisions, for His peace, for His grace, for His love... We pray the Lord's prayer, ....may Your

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-73385874781677351072011-10-07T11:08:00.000-06:002011-10-07T11:08:15.219-06:00

I posted a version of this poem several months ago. I am reposting an edited version because     It's Thanksgiving Weekend in Canada. I encourage you to make time at your family gatherings to share things you are grateful for:   - the obvious things   - things we tend to take for granted   - situations that beg us to grumble and complain ....               find something in them to be grateful

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-77600835382981647722011-09-16T18:32:00.001-06:002011-09-16T18:37:18.505-06:00

While walking to the mall today, I watched a slithery slime bag thrust his tentacles of abuse around a young lady. His vile venom repulsed me, even from a distance. My heart ached for her as she rushed past him and headed towards the bus stop. He sat against a fence enjoying the warmth of sunshine, chatting on a cell phone, and taking great delight in cutting the young lady who shared his home to

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-82461359244523480302011-09-03T12:21:00.000-06:002011-09-03T12:21:10.385-06:00

I received a book from a friend recently. After reading several chapters I needed to get on with the day and pondered, 'so what can I do?' while tackling household chores. Ah ha, I could walk to raise funds for a project in Nepal. Though I cannot join my husband in his travels with a medical team ministering to disabled and disenfranchised/marginalized people in Asia, I can walk to raise

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-17794903578833299752011-08-29T15:35:00.000-06:002011-08-29T15:35:29.749-06:00

When Someone You Love No Longer Remembers by Cecil Murphey, is a great source of encouragement to people watching and/or accompanying a loved one maneuvering the Alzheimer and Dementia trails.The author shares a variety of experiences from families who have already walked this road. Their brief stories spotlight some of the bumps on that road, and ways around common pitfalls offering insights,

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-48994363688920290622011-07-22T20:57:00.003-06:002011-07-25T14:08:30.624-06:00

As I left the building from a meeting mid afternoon today, a glance at the sky put my feet into high gear. Two blocks on foot to catch a bus and a white wall slowly moving my direction from the east. Could I out walk that column of rain (my running days are history) and stay dry? It was much cooler than when I left the house several hours earlier so a brisk walk would not only hopefully keep me

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-21584564185418865792011-06-24T16:33:00.000-06:002011-06-24T16:33:19.332-06:00

This is so well stated and reflects my thoughts quite well so I am reposting.  All credits are due to Robert Fulgham, my current favorite author. WEDDING GIFTS It’s June and wedding time. Weddings seldom match the realities of marriage. Wedding presents usually don’t either. Fine china, fragile crystal, and expensive silver are mostly useless. And the high-tech kitchen gadgets don’t really work

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-91138093219693786732011-04-28T14:50:00.000-06:002011-04-28T14:50:14.956-06:00

While my son dodges tornadoes in Tennessee, we shovel snow in April, May, June, July?? and dodge unexperienced or careless drivers on snow packed, or slushy, or icy roads. While people in Japan dig through rubble, mud and debris looking for lost loved ones, and begin to rebuild their earthquake and tsunami ravaged lives, we shovel snow. While people in many countries dodge bullets and grenades

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-33778903725833469802011-04-17T18:06:00.000-06:002011-04-17T18:06:11.786-06:00

Today I am grateful for:-         Some sunshine-         Snow stopped falling -         Robin song -         People who shovel their sidewalks       making an afternoon walk more pleasant-         Ability and privilege of listening to an excellent essayist/story teller while walking, thereby challenging my mind for the stories and essays I determine to write-         The reminders and challenges

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-984705554311210662011-04-11T16:24:00.000-06:002011-04-11T16:24:57.643-06:00

Recently, while out on errands, I passed a Starbucks and thought, "hmmm, a coffee about now would be nice". Then I remembered I had chosen to go off coffee while seeking God's guidance in a particular matter.  The designated time of my fast had not yet been fulfilled. I passed Starbucks, with a longing sigh. I'm not addicted to coffee; however, this incident made me acutely aware how easy it

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-5441554975962508832011-03-21T16:43:00.000-06:002011-03-21T16:43:28.366-06:00

You created me to fulfill him, to be his partner,to encourage and support him.I despaired when I couldn't find him."Is there no one for me?" I asked."I will be enough," You said. "Trust Me.""Live for Me. Love Me as your mate."A hard concept when I wanted someone with flesh,with Your characteristics. I stopped searching for him.I relaxed, choosing to live a single life, cheerfully.In time, I

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-43396746605005832842011-03-19T10:57:00.001-06:002011-04-11T16:11:12.078-06:00

They did nothing to deserve being orphans. They did nothing to deserve the love and lavish lifestyle they now enjoy.  My son and his wife adopted two little girls from Asia, adding to their very busy household of 4 children. Now they have six children. Some questioned their sanity. When I see the love they have for all their children, it humbles me. They are demonstrating to the world what

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-29202732826716089902010-12-31T13:37:00.000-07:002010-12-31T13:37:02.344-07:00

Best I can tell, those who make themBreak them before the year is done,Sometimes before the first month is past. What we do and who we are begins with how we think.If we want something to change, we must first change the way we think, about it and about ourselves. I have discovered that old habits die hard;they hang around in the corners of our liveswaiting for a weak moment in our resolveto

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-3307822823959995032010-12-01T15:09:00.002-07:002010-12-10T10:58:44.120-07:00

His first coming    inconvenient       embarrassing for Mary    for Joseph for their parents    for their friends Such a message    such a burden       such an inconvenience          such misunderstanding such blind obedience In time    understanding came A light came from outer darkness to earth's darkness    to illuminate       to make a way plain to shine for all to see Some see    some

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-84123793853745721302010-11-26T10:55:00.000-07:002010-11-26T10:55:11.803-07:00

"I am grateful" "I am grateful". "I am grateful for my alarm clock". Remember when you had to write lines because of bad behaviour? It was meant to change your attitude and your behaviour, for the better. This past week I have been rudely awakened by my alarm clock at 4:30 a.m. every day. In my stupor I shut it off but did not disengage it, so day after day, same wake up call.  Sometimes I

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-38988502616403668562010-11-23T19:46:00.002-07:002010-11-23T20:01:17.410-07:00

I don't recall finding a hidden door in a wardrobe?  Am I in Narnia's Kingdom of Perpetual Winter? If I am, then Aslan is nearby too.  I shall be on the lookout for him. Knowing Calgary (my home) was the second coldest place on earth today makes it all worthwhile. I feel so special and privileged to live here. I am grateful there were no other vehicles nearby when I lost control of my vehicle

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-47161027173761139352010-11-22T11:02:00.000-07:002010-11-22T11:02:54.432-07:00

I was surprised, and pleased, this morning to automatically receive an advent devotional in my email. I signed up for this last year and were it not for their automated efforts, advent would likely be half over before I engaged. 'The Christmas season is here'! message is difficult to ignore. Retailers happily sharing Christmas music and encouraging us to deposit money in their cash registers;

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-83926373764892175722010-11-20T15:18:00.000-07:002010-11-20T15:18:29.153-07:00

I get easily distracted but today was the ultimate. I can hardly believe I allowed this to happen. The plan was to scoot to the mall and purchase some needed garments, returning in time for a skype date with my husband.  I started the car and let it run for a while to warm up (temperature is hovering in the minus mid teens C.  Not one to ever just sit still, I started cleaning the snow and ice

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-23740089449531921322010-11-19T10:08:00.000-07:002010-11-19T10:08:33.158-07:00

My mornings are usually slow and meaningful. Today I rise and prepare for a typical first-of-the-morning stint in the kitchen. Mornings are often spent in my night clothes, without a robe to cover up. It's comfortable and sometimes I do my best thinking and writing during these casual mornings.  And yes, on occasion, I have been caught by a delivery person, early afternoon, still in night gear.

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-62112930572626567632010-10-22T15:29:00.000-06:002010-10-22T15:29:04.021-06:00

Oh the distractions!So many things not on my 'to do' list hit my eyes and mind.- sticking to my floor as I walk,creating a need to wash the floor and the throw rug...someone spilled a drink without cleaning it up on their hurry out the door this morning.Thank You they have a job. Thank You I have time to clean up after them. - a young neighbor mom with her two wee children, outside...she needs to

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-89757706438969908132010-09-29T15:22:00.004-06:002010-09-29T18:22:38.694-06:00

black nighttime; sleep time muted red light from my digital clock reminding that night's not over, helping me track the hours when I should be...want to be sleeping light brown sheets and pillows, soft and cuddly warm fleece, to make sleeping easier, more comfortable Joseph's coat of many colors afghan adding warmth and comfort light blue nightlight shining from hubby's radio alarm clock, 

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-68599574135499916182010-09-25T09:00:00.003-06:002010-09-25T19:13:51.352-06:00

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed and conflicted. I know God is with me yet I struggle to find a sense of peace. Lord, please gently squeeze my hand, reassuring me of the road I walk. Ah yes, the elephant. That's it! I'm trying to eat an elephant. You have taught me to eat it,       one bite at a time. Chomp. Chew. Chew. Chew. It could use some seasoning. Thank You for the sprinkle of sunshine

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-32747103938596033292010-09-24T00:39:00.001-06:002010-09-25T19:08:50.496-06:00

Caterpillars, cocoons, butterflys - just like these creatures in nature, sometimes we struggle to be set free from a situation that seems to stifle our progress and muzzle our joy. Sometimes we attract attention to our distress. Well meaning family and friends come to our aide, picking away at our encasement in order to help set us free. If only we, and they, understood this process hinders

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-31021214155176638042010-09-09T09:37:00.000-06:002010-09-09T09:37:22.078-06:00

Mighty Mississippi - a nice evening walk along it's banks, being serenaded by Cicada's. It flows quite fast and is very wide past downtown Memphis. Memories of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn come to mind and I wonder if young lads still float down this river on home made rafts seeking adventure. Vegetation - huge oak trees everywhere providing wonderful limbs for swings in a yard; vines everywhere...

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-22281640520013156112010-08-15T18:06:00.000-06:002010-08-15T18:06:10.814-06:00

Here today Gone tomorrow Bringing joy Bringing sorrow A child's delight An adult's plight Sometimes I feel like a dandelion

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-18203944245730868882010-06-04T11:02:00.000-06:002010-06-04T11:02:49.416-06:00

I had made an error in identifying the daddy owl (the photographer corrected me).  This is the dad. Here are some pics of the babies on the rooftop.

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-23937586335304317582010-06-03T12:58:00.000-06:002010-06-03T12:58:49.378-06:00

Paying attention to knowledge gained over the years paid off recently while out for a long evening walk. It has become a near ritual to include a hunt for the owl family we have been following for the past few months.  Walking past the tree we had seen them in most recently proved futile so we headed up the pathway where we saw them last year. After a short distance we heard some robins

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-73926459040409479592010-05-30T21:03:00.000-06:002010-05-30T21:03:01.897-06:00

What if Life really is simple? What if an attitude of gratitude    could totally change your life,       for the better? What if saying 'Thank You'    for what you have       is a pathway leading towards          what you need and want? What if 'Thank You' is the key    to unlock doors       for a happier, healthier,         more satisfying, fulfilling life? What if 'Thank You' is the tool

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-54772917181104626322010-05-23T15:36:00.000-06:002010-05-23T15:36:07.688-06:00

On my way to church this morning I saw a young lady and her family, very close to my home, carrying their bedding. "Homeless people in our neighborhood? Did they sleep in the pathway we often walk? I'm so sorry for them." I was not appalled by the homeless in my neighborhood; just the thought of a homeless person is sad and uncomfortable because they are meant for so much more than this. We

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-48051657549625468292009-11-30T14:07:00.001-07:002009-12-01T12:04:29.812-07:00

At the end of February 2009 I was informed that I needed a hip replacement. Having known for a while this was likely, and hoping it would be a long way off, this news sent me into mild shock. My name went into the 'waiting for surgery pool' in mid March. The following song challenged my thinking and began my healing journey: When Desperation Meets Faith by The Pfeifers (chorus) When

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-59501464854785175202009-10-27T11:15:00.002-06:002009-10-27T12:10:03.441-06:00

I say to the Lord, "You are my fortress, my place of safety; You are my God, and I trust You." The Lord will keep me safe from secret traps and deadly diseases. He will spread his wings over me and keep me secure. His faithfulness is like a shield or a city wall. I do not need to worry about dangers at night or arrows during the day. I do not fear diseases that strike in the dark or sudden

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-44611312720294618612009-09-13T20:22:00.000-06:002009-09-13T20:22:33.506-06:00

It was Wednesday morning, September 9, 2009. A bright, sunny day with lots to be excited about and grateful for, but I felt blue. It hovered around me like the SAD blues I often get later in fall. The sun is definitely moving south and the lumins are diminishing rapidly but this did seem a bit early. Nevertheless, I felt blue. Not much energy or initiative to do anything. Sometimes these blues

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-8240002871188207072009-07-16T19:14:00.004-06:002009-07-16T19:31:46.993-06:00

It's not Canada Day but oh how blessed we are.I took the car for a service appointment this morning and caught a shuttle ride home. The shuttle driver had a heavy accent so I asked what nationality he is. "Bosnian," came his reply. I asked lots of questions and discovered he has lived in CDN for a number of years but did experience some of the ethnic cleansing that we heard so much about.I

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-2152460310440734822009-06-22T17:37:00.005-06:002009-07-02T21:13:30.552-06:00

While I ponder something to be grateful for, I catch sight of movement in my back yard. Upon exploration I discover two young (teen?) robins, one on the fence, the other on my patio couch just outside the window. I take a closer look. The tummy area is speckled with hints of red, hence my thought they must been teens. The bird on the couch flew off and lightened his load before leaving....poop!

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-77886456423188143282009-06-19T12:43:00.003-06:002009-06-19T13:04:24.619-06:00

Now that summer is here and we are thoroughly enjoying the sunshine and warmth, we are also subject to thunderstorms and occasional accompanying hail. But we have it good compared to other regions of our province and of our continent.My son and his family live in Tennessee where they recently needed to take shelter in closets while horizontal winds of 100+ mph attacked their house. Fortunately

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-79505997532372589432009-06-16T18:37:00.002-06:002009-06-16T18:55:47.649-06:00

Summer has finally arrived in Calgary and wonderful it is to have some warmth. The plants are much happier too.I have never considered worshipping the sun but I can certainly see how people could. In the mornings when I feel very groggy just sitting at the kitchen table with breakfast and a magazine while sunshine pours in through the east windows perks me up and sometimes keeps me there longer

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-1897705985904724332009-06-06T09:48:00.005-06:002009-06-06T18:48:01.836-06:00

A beautiful white carpet of apple blossoms and S - N - O - W greeted us this morning.I am grateful that not all my annuals are in the ground yet.I am grateful that perennials generally withstand this sort of weather. It's not particularly cold, but the snow reminds us we live in Calgary and can expect it's visitation any time, all year. I'm converting my garden to more and more perennials, for

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-37121764514106716212009-06-03T15:59:00.004-06:002009-06-03T23:17:17.208-06:00

I'm not going to come across all nicey dicey this time. The neighbor's cats are crapping in my flower beds and making a mess. Very annoying. They are not supposed to be roaming away from their master's house but do anyways because their guardians basically don't care. We could have them collected by the city pound but have decided not to make the neighbors mad at us, so we put up with the

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-2116039494570254682009-06-02T16:38:00.003-06:002009-06-02T18:34:16.465-06:00

After spending a fabulous week in Edmonton with 4 grandchildren who were wonderfully good, I came home to discover that spring indeed had come to Calgary to stay. The trees in our front yard were covered in blossoms and I was very grateful that I got to see them dressed in their pretty colors (two trees, one pink, one white). These blossoms do not last long and are already dropping all over our

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-66388480566303428752009-05-26T10:10:00.006-06:002009-05-27T22:01:52.024-06:00

I did not know that I could run so fast, much less do so while managing stairs. Most often these days I look more like a cripple than an athlete.At 5 a.m. the central sound system in my son's very modern home began blaring. Yikes! I jumped out of bed not exactly sure what to do. Questions tumbled through my mind..."Why is it on?" "Who turned it on?" "Did the grandchildren program it to come

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-47335693145449929852009-05-25T11:05:00.004-06:002009-05-25T11:24:16.396-06:00

Sometimes I curse modern technology, especially when I don't understand it, which seems to be a lot more often than I wish. At the moment I am in Edmonton looking after four grandchildren while their parents are in China picking up their new sibling.The phone rings and when I answer it the line is dead. This has happened more than once so I think I'm doing something wrong and will have to ask

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-54340700608743197292009-05-21T11:56:00.008-06:002009-05-22T15:30:53.549-06:00

Amusement rides are intended to be fun, and they usually are for children and those who are children at heart with strong stomachs. I recall taking my son and another family of 3 to an amusement park. The boys were all about the same age, 8-10, while the lone girl was only 6. The boys often ran off without her, hopping on rides that she was unable to go on because of her size and age. She was a

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-90648705146755712092009-05-18T14:01:00.005-06:002009-05-18T19:42:21.917-06:00

Learning to think and express gratitude when life is throwing you 'crap' is a decided self discipline and, just like brushing your teeth, after consistent effort it becomes easier to do and eventually one can engage it without a second thought.This morning I was very grateful that my husband was home when we discovered 2 of the neighbor's 3 friendly, rambunctious Husky dogs in our back yard. My

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-61493277192998128442009-05-15T15:30:00.003-06:002009-05-15T15:41:54.181-06:00

Today I'm very grateful for the sunshine (after a few days of dreary, cold weather). My body doesn't deal well with the unsettled, cold, low atmospheric pressure days, so I plan to soak up as much sun as I can today.A few years ago I struggled with growing roses. They were in my front flowerbed, on the south side of our house which is sunny when the sun cares to shine in our part of the world.

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-30839313578848837652009-05-12T17:28:00.004-06:002009-05-15T15:25:33.657-06:00

When toxic weeds threaten to choke out and destroyall the goodness you've planted in the garden of your life;Apply a simple, cost effective, home-made solution.Choke out those destructive weeds with a thick layer of gratitude.The weeds' poisons will turn to tonic.Weed stock will become fertilizing compost.Shower your life with prayers of blessing;Fragrant flowers will blossom to heal the wounds

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-18543798943121561292009-05-12T16:58:00.001-06:002009-05-14T18:24:56.762-06:00

Today it poured. Rain, snow, sleet, hail...all at once, leaving piles of white stuff on the lawn and wherever the wind blew it.This is May, for goodness sakes...we are supposed to have sunshine and flowers, so I was taught as a child. But then, I grew up in SE Alberta in near desert conditions during the summer so it probably doesn't apply to Calgary.I grew up with the phrase, April showers bring

Charhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11094694779287022220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4169130289627449009.post-83616623590725566472009-05-11T19:32:00.001-06:002009-05-14T18:21:26.136-06:00

I never dreamed I'd be saying 'thanks' for red lights. Often I'm running late and red lights just add to my tardiness and frustration. Then I'm tempted to speed (but I don't) to make up lost time and hope to still arrive at my destination/appointment on time.Recently I was once again just a tad later than I wished so decided to call my daughter to tell her I was running late to pick her up for a

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