Been sitting here on the sofa watching the Olympics, while the grands are at school, searching for inspiration. Actually been pondering on the word inspiration while I’m inspired by the dedication of the Olympic athletes and their parents. I think God inspires us through the Holy Spirit, influencing us to give hope to others, guiding…

I’m focused on my grandchildren for the next few days, spending quality time with them and making memories that will be cherished. Their parentals are leaving me in charge of them for a few days. “A grandchild fills a space in your heart that you never knew was empty,” Unknown. Once you have grandchildren you’ll understand…

“To dance in the rain, to swim in the sea, to walk through the forest — these are all acts of worship, a joyful play within the grand tapestry of God’s creation,” Unknown. I think God wants us to enjoy playing in his creation. He certainly gave us a sense of humor and the gift…

“This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it,” Psalm 118:24. I think that’s a beautiful verse of scripture. We should rejoice each day we wake with breath and acknowledge the day as a gift from God. Regardless of our circumstances we can find joy and gratitude…

The movie Jaws has kept me out of the ocean since the 70’s. Watched I Am Prey today and after that made a longer list of things not to do…no mountain hiking, no ocean snorkeling, no African photo safaris, no river swimming, no Alaskan fishing trips, no secluded trail walking, no blackberry picking in Blue…

Today was waked with an overcast sky diffusing the warm sun’s rays, illuminating my yard in soft light. The clouds were pressed close, keeping their colors secret, making the vanilla clouds stand in the forefront, soldiers bravely keeping the sun away. The sun soon burned off the clouds and burst through with her golden warm…

Today’s sunset was so beautiful in tropical colors of cherry pink and tangerine and lavender. I was cooking supper and running back and forth to the lady den to look out the windows to see what colors Mother Nature had on her paint brushes. She dipped her watercolor brushes in cherry pink and stroked the…

The sky was beautifully bluely sketched by Father Sky this morning, a few fluffy white clouds dotted the sky canvas. The loud wind chime tintinnabulations woke me to a symphony of happy bird songs. The day was too cool for porch pondering but perfect for walking with Penelope. She was curious about the baby doll…

Every time I got comfortable in the porch swing today Father Sky would tell Mr. North Wind a joke and he’d laugh till the clouds came rushing back covering the sun, cooling the porch with his cold breath. Then the men friends had the audacity to invite Old Man Winter over to Father Sky’s library…

Another wonderful day in a yard just bursting with songbird symphonies. The sky was sketched by Father Sky’s pastels, blue and clear. The day was warm and sunny till the clouds gathered together making a thin overcast cloud cover blocking the sun’s rays. I love the colors of an overcast sky, the grays and blues…