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Small Stones Day 18: Hopeful Awakening

Awakening with hope in my heart, dashed by the sight of yet more snow and a prediction  of a high of 19 in the forecast.

Weekend Reflections: Church Tiles

Just a week  past Christmas season, I offer this reflection. linking to James' wonderful Weekend Reflections

Random 5 Friday: Nonnie's Five

1. The Colorado Blue Spruce I received  from Lowe's has grown an inch and a half  since before Christmas.  Color me excited! 2. I spent a lot of time today sorting through stacks of papers and photos on my computer.  It's rather a thankless job because there's nothing to show for it, meaning the papers have been shredded and the photos are gone from the digital albums. 3. During my sorting of papers,  I happened upon an incomplete journal entry  that I had begun three years ago.   I culled through my memory bank to finish the anecdote . 4. I enjoyed scrapbooking at my sister-in-law's yesterday.  It had been more than a month since we last met for that activity.  It is so much more fun  scrapbooking in a group than doing it solo. 5. I seem to be on a see-saw concerning  exercise and writing on a regular basis.  I hope that I vow to myself to try harder to be more consistent. linki...

Small Stones: My Loving, Yet Nervous Cat

fearful Jax hides from noisy child seeks shelter my small stone: While I was taking a short respite, my needful cat crawls up to me, and places his paws on my chest, Then feeling safe in the haven of my heart beat, he closes his eyes and purrs. Wishing I could capture this moment, but I've yet to figure out a way to manage using my camera without scaring my jumpy kitty.

Small Stones: Snowflake, Small Thing

visions of tiny snowflakes  outside my window  gathering well enough  to coat the ground and trees

Wordle 143: Storm

Wordle 143 List:  illuminates,  scenes,  haunt,  impact,  price,  pool,  litter,  need,  one,  remote,  storm,  lifeless The soft light illuminates my way.   Hurrying past the scenes that haunt and litter   my memories of this place, I rush to seek shelter  before the pending storm arrives.   Going through the cabin’s door that stands ajar, I pray for the one thing I need,  solitude with no emotional price  on my already impacted nerves.   Just as I enter, I hear a sound  radiating from the remote corner of the room.   Tip-toeing, trying hard not to announce my presence,  I sight a lifeless body in a pool of blood.   What have I brought upon myself, what should I do... photo found here , and edited on PicMonkey happily linking  to The Sunday Whirl

ABC Wednesday: Alison

My dad sitting with his granddaughter Alison.  I wonder what was the topic being batted back and forth?   She's decked out for swimming, with added protection of her life jacket. This little girl, when she was six, swam on a swim team (her brothers at 7 and 8 did too).   When she  hit high school, she swam on the boys'  swim team because there was no girls' team.  I was so proud of her taking on such a groundbreaker as that! Of course, she's still making me proud. linking to the new round of ABC Wednesday , created by Mrs. Nesbitt, and this week's host is Roger Green

Small Stones: Eucharist

 never too old to learn... newest discovery- Eucharist is Greek for Thanksgiving!    so I give thanks for the Eucharist, our Lord's  Body and Blood,  given for our salvation.

Mornings with Mary: Kissing the Face of God

Imagine such an awesome kiss, being pressed on the face of our Savior! What was Mary thinking as she kissed and cuddled this Babe in her arms? Would fear have entered into her mind, or was there only the sheer delight in holding her Divine Child? We know that she pondered all that the angel Gabriel announced to her because the Bible tells us that. But, in this moment, did she just give thanks that Jesus had arrived intact with no harm done on their long journey to Bethlehem? I hope that she was only giving thanks, unaware of all the trials  she would suffer as the Mother of God. Go here for how Weistling was inspired to paint this exquisite art. then join me in visiting Rebecca's  Mornings with Mary

Quotography: Winter

“Nature looks dead in winter  her life is gathered into her heart.   She withers the plant down to the root  that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger.   She calls her family together within her inmost home  to prepare them for being scattered abroad  upon the face of the earth.” ~Hugh Macmillan, "Rejuvenescence,"  The Ministry of Nature, 1871~  linking to Kaylene's Quotography with great pleasure

Small Stones: Frozen

I sit at my computer, brain frozen, no words bursting forth to be written on the blank, white page.