Tag Archives: hope
We could still be eating fresh chard these days if I’d remember to go out and pick it. Even after light frost it persists. And so do the weeds. Dreaming of gardens and spring. . . Advertisements
January – cold, dark mornings, misty afternoons, rain, rain and more rain. But there you are blooming, noticed only by those with heads hung down like mine. Blue beauty, a lovely gift to my drippy day. Bless you primrose. ©Sharron … Continue reading
☂”And there’s no where to go but up.” Mary Poppins Elder daughter, middle daughter and I went to see ‘Mary Poppins Returns’ last night. Loved it! Go see it if you can. Imagine. . .
Happy New Year To all those who follow my blog and those who make my day by Liking my words and making comments on my thoughts. May Peace be with you in 2019 Sharron R. McMillan
A new year, like a new journal, begs to be filled with all there is to say. It’s OK to not fill up every page, every minute, every gap in conversation and it’s fine to start a new year and … Continue reading
Peeling off the pages of unused calendars, wondering at spaces left unwritten in my journal, counting down the days, the hours until a new calendar, a new journal, another chance at noticing, experiencing and recording all of it. ©Sharron R. … Continue reading
Generosity that moves us to give more than we take, happy greetings to those we never noticed before, desire to be with those we love even though they are annoying Don’t put it all away with the baubles and ornaments. … Continue reading
My soul praises the Lord For He has been mindful of me. Blessed is she who trusted that the Lord’s words to her would be fulfilled. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Sometimes I wonder why you seemed to take so long to send a saviour to our earth when things had gone so wrong. So many years of killing, of terror for the young hate and destruction and so little hope … Continue reading
Down through the ages men and women have learned the lesson of the manger. A simple place, a simple message to those who simply believe it – God loves us and sent his perfect son to an imperfect world … Continue reading
It was a whisper that floated past milling crowds of travellers, buyers, sellers and settled in the hearts of quiet shepherds, men of wisdom watching the stars and a young girl in a barn. Peace. . . rarely found anywhere … Continue reading
Might as well go for Gold . . .
Sometimes it is necessary to pull away from those who love us, those we love in order to find out what we think, what we feel, who we are without their expectations pulling us in different directions. Sometimes we need … Continue reading
All the leaves and all the dreams of summer fallen to the ground, unfinished plans like warm duvets of colour in a mound left out in the cold until spring comes back around. ©Sharron R. McMillan