Nancy
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!
“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, […]
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 🙂 […]
A photo journey by my talented friend, Cindy. Cindy Knoke 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 […]
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