Post #187 – A Sweet Surprise, Holiday Greetings, and A Poem
Our humble Christmas tree decorated by my wonderful caregiver
Post #186 – Wordless Wednesday
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Post #167 – Wordless Wednesday
Post #165 – So, You’re Writing a Book Says the Cat
Professional writers are compelled to read Give your characters dimension
Post #163 – Celebrating 65
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 🙂 […]
Post #159 – Delightfully Unfettered – A Poem
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 […]
Post #157 – Throwback Thursday – 50’s & 60’s Nostalgia
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. […]
Post #154 – Sunday Spotlight – Encouragement
The Spotlight today is on this passage from the above book This book is written to the ill and disabled. The soldier is the incapacitated person. “Soldiers may be wounded in battle and sent to hospital. A hospital isn’t a shelf; it is a place of repair. And […]
Post #149 – One Glorious Day – A Spiritual Poem
Vibrant fields of flowers, billowy clouds verdant meadows, vivid sunsets starry nights, crystal raindrops earthly beauty fades away. Angelic escorts lift me gently freeing me from these chains. Legs that once were dead dance in His glorious presence Shed not a tear, but rejoice with me! Suffering ends, […]
Post #147 – Perfectly Penned Poem
Twitter.com/karenjia My body is bound to the earth, my soul has no roof. My flesh is fragile, my soul is bulletproof.
Nancy Jean Walker - Loving Life Fully 