“To me, a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” ~ Helen Keller “An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language.” ~ Martin Buber “God grant me the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, […]
My Blog: A Potpourri of living life, paralyzed and confined to a bed, how I got this way, how I cope, and my perspectives. I am also a CSA, rape, and human trafficking survivor.
Some call me “Wildflower” because … I … survive … the sights that I see when I venture out, the joy of breathing fresh air, of reading and viewing for which I am grateful, yet I prefer my solace – Scorpio hidden in the universe amid twelve grandchildren and the story of humanity, self-deprecating and struggling with self-esteem and what people say; but there are always sea-foam green, teal, lavender, and yellow Brie, dark chocolate, cherries and the Mediterranean: people ask me for my recipes; I travel virtually and survive wildlife and crime to help fellow victims; I am the Witness, I am the Sentinel: welcome to my musings!
So, Sunday was my actual birthday (Medicare!) 🙂 My son, Jorge, my three-year-old granddaughter, Charlotte, and my Michael made my day. My granddaughter picked out this card. (My son gave her a choice of three). The other is from my wonderful son. Flowers from my better half 🙂 […]
Vancouver Island is full of stunning hiking opportunities. This Marina was the trailhead for one hike, where we were greeted by a curious fawn! The hike wound through pristine rain forest, and river gorges with wildlife all around us. The beach was mostly empty and the water so…
The confines of my paralyzed condition hinder not my senses or imagination Delightfully unfettered A chariot of feathery clouds escorts me to ethereal wildflower fields Overflowing with dancers just like me running free Whilst on earth a leafy ballet romances my eyes as a balmy breeze caresses The graceful branches […]
Truth. I self-corrected my grammar while I was praying last night. I said “this is” rather than what “this is” referred too. I corrected it, then repeated my prayer; as if He didn’t already know what I meant. Duh. 😎
Born in 1951, a Baby-boomer child of the fifties and sixties, Bozo scared me to death. Look at that face. Shiver. But, I faithfully watched the show. I wonder what went through my mind back then. 😀 It’s Howdy Doody Time Buffalo Bob and Howdy – great entertainment. […]
Photographer: Na-Son Nguyen