Gothic Church at Kylemore Estates near Galway, Ireland – built in 1874
Ruins of Medieval Catholic Church in St. Andrews, Scotland – built in 1158
The Colosseum in Rome, Italy – built between 70 – 80 AD
Sometimes it seems the older it is, the smaller it makes you feel.
For Cee’s On the Hunt for Joy Challenge: Make Yourself Feel Small
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter… four seasons of vanishing or leading lines
Amsterdam is a beautiful city with charming canals, but some of them can get very busy!
Last night
you joined me in my dream.
We took a walk
like we always used to do
to that place
you always loved
down by the river.
I threw a stick
into the shallows and you ran
as if a ghost dog
I couldn’t see
might get there first.
You brought it back to me
and dropped it at my feet,
looking up with the happiest face
I’d ever seen
free of pain… of weariness… and burden.
At the end of my dream
you trotted off to your heavenly home,
wagging your tail
just so I’d know
you didn’t mind.
I woke up to another day without you – and I smiled!
This one’s for you, Heidi Girl, to commemorate what would have been your 17th birthday. It is a follow-up to my post A Poem for Heidi
There is a magic to the landscape of Scotland. The shadows seem to snuggle in the hills, the sun knows just where to shine, and colors tend to find their most unique shade of perfection. Like Walt Whitman said ~ “I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell”. To me, Scotland is one of those divine things – indescribable!
Jumping in puddles! If this isn’t JOY, what is?
For Cee’s On the Hunt for Joy Challenge Week 3 – “Jump for Joy”
I can’t begin to tell you how much I loved my Grandma! When I was young, she was my best friend and my favorite person in the whole world. She was fun, she was funny, and she always said the wisest things.
“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”
“If you can dream it, you can be it”
“Pretty is as pretty does”
These things didn’t always make sense to me, but I remember her saying them like it was yesterday. I always wanted to be the kind of person Grandma respected and admired.
“Find the good in everyone”
“Actions speak louder than words”
“A smile doesn’t cost a thing”
Eventually, Grandma wasn’t my whole world anymore because she was no longer in it; but the older I got, the more I cherished her words of wisdom:
“Every cloud has a silver lining”
“You don’t get something for nothing”
“Things will look better in the morning”
I was a young adult when God called Grandma home. Other “best friends” have come and gone since then. A few were bad choices, but most were people Grandma would have approved of.
“A leopard never changes its spots”
“You never know what someone else is going through”
“Friends are the family you choose, so choose wisely”
At this point in my life it’s safe to assume that my best friend of today will probably always be my best friend. She is the personification of “pretty is as pretty does”. She is amazingly supportive, compassionate, fun and funny—just like Grandma!
If my best friend of yesterday were to meet my best friend of today, I know exactly what she would say: “Isn’t it nice to have a friend, my Dear, whose beauty is more than skin deep?”
