the decorations lay on the curb . . . forgotten memories . . . as we bid farewell to the season . . . that fill our hearts with peace . . . and an impulse to spread kindness . . . some compassion and charity too . . . a sedative to ease the… Read More Holiday Blues
The house still decorated with red bows and green garland. The mistletoe still hangs above the door frame between the living and dining rooms. We always catch someone to kiss.
it’s a magical time of year strangers nod and smile even before sips of cheer we breathe in the energy the excitement, the anticipation a sensed not felt ordinarily the joy of the children is contagious full of hope and dreams this spirit of the season is ageless. celebrating birth with extra care while battles… Read More The Ageless Season
I am cloaked in the cold darkness of winter. I grow small and timid yet I feel the comfort and safety of season. I love the gloom that hovers in the atmosphere. I once loved the holidays, the lights, hearing bells of the Salvation Army ladies and Santa Clauses. When I was a kid… Read More Abyss of Depression
This is Rochelle’s sixth week hosting Friday Fictioneers – how time has flown. And another great photo prompt, from Rochelle herself. I am happy that I can add an entry this week. If you haven’t participate why not try this week. Isaiah 9:6 I walked in a daze among the merry shoppers. Pass the… Read More The Friday Fictioneer ~ Isaiah 9:6