Sometimes…  I need to step back  From all the chaos  I need to get back to  Everyday living  Bake a cake  Wash the dishes  Cast no blame  Don’t ruminate  Sometimes…   I need to know the answer  To a question  Why is the sky blue  And why I can no longer  Communicate  With you  Sometimes… I’d like to learn the…

There are plenty of atheists and agnostics (I used to be one) out there. The ones I know are lovely people, although they are doubters. As with everyone else, some are happy and some are not Here is my take on the subject: If there was no God, to whom or to what could we…

Originally posted on SENSE AND NONSENSE: Prompt: a curtal sonnet is shorter than a normal sonnet. It has a first stanza of six lines,followed by a second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line. Oh how I’d love to have a sleep-filled night, For rested  mind;  blithe spirit; muscle strength, A sleep of seven hours, or even…

How often have we heard the assumption as to why normally generous, kind, intelligent men, and women too, do strange, hurtful things to themselves and others, as being “because he was drinking.” We sympathize. Sometimes we even apologize, when the perpetrator happens to be a loved one. If the infraction is fairly minor, we laugh…

How often have we heard the assumption as to why normally generous, kind, intelligent men, and women too, do strange, hurtful things to themselves and others, as being “because he was drinking.” We sympathize. Sometimes we even apologize, when the perpetrator happens to be a loved one. If the infraction is fairly minor, we laugh…

The basic trigger that can lead to addiction is in swallowing, inhaling or injecting a chemical ingredient which produces a pleasing sensation in your brain/nervous system. It could end up in a desperate search for the ultimate “high,” requiring more and more of the chemical to produce half the effect. Long term chemical dependence encourages…

I was chatting on the phone this morning and, as we often do, the subjects of world politics and religion came up in the conversation. We wondered whether it was important that we partake in communicating with our Higher Power in the ritual of daily prayers.. My friend admitted that he no longer prayed to…

Mr G strolled outdoors on the lawn In his heart there beat a sweet song In a tree hung his feeder Filled with succulent seed-fer The birds that were flying around. Some finches were perched in the tree He could hear their wee chirps, “tweet’l dee” But instead of a “thank’y” Their chirps sounded cranky…

It’s a bare-naked kind of day A change of wardrobe is in progress The Silver Birch contemplates What to wear on this day Whether it should accept The donning of the fluffy new snow That’s once again wafting down In the icy cold breeze Or to wait for an afternoon Of warm sunshine To create…