Little Pearls

Sorry that I have not poked my head in here.

A lot of distractions have happened in the last three months. Who doesn't have them?
Life refused to stop interrupting.

I send my condolences to those who have lost their loved ones during 9/11 or their sons and daughters in the war. My heart goes out to families who lost loved ones to cancer or age. i send virtual roses to all of you. Hugs and sympathy. Keep looking at the beautiful parts of life and look forward.

I miss my mother. It has been two years since her passing. I was ready to move a step forward, yet one mention of her in a letter set me back. There is no getting over something like this, but there is a time when you wake up and feel hopeful that you can go through the day, and that you can stand on your own. It is a nice release to feel nothing but love and to be able to think about a person you miss with joy. I thought I had reached that part, but not so yet. While I still grieve, I try to remain positive and think of the cheerful part of our lives. Mom was one who always told me to celebrate life. I miss our patio talks. I draw strength in that she loved me, and that she taught me to keep looking forward.

I am a person who likes to toss cares into the wind, or into the ocean and let them be carried. When I find I dwell too much on one thought, I toss it to the Heavenly Father and let him handle it. He knows far better than I how to fix my heart.

He promises a new day.

Missing my Friend


Feeling blue. It is raining,
and I like the rain
welcome the rain during this heat,
but I am blue.
I miss my friend.
Life has a hole in it without your voice.
The atmosphere does not feel quite right.
I lost a friend.
A friend for years whom I cherish still,
friendships come and go,
and some stay forever.
I wish this one would get back and stay.




Always Moving

Friendship like life may come to a road,
sometimes a person has to travel a road they do not want to drive on,
The beauty of roads is that they are temporary.
A road means movement, changes.
sometimes a road just dead ends without warning
Do we stay in the end, or do we turn? The thing about roads that end,
they end wide enough to turn around in.
I am hoping that friendship is rather like a wide turn around or a circle drive,
and that by grace, with help of forgiveness,
we will both follow the road
where we will meet back again.


To all my friends, family and acquaintances, I love you.