FLOWERS FOR MY SISTER

What a blessings to be close to and love a person that you’ve known her entire life. Your sister sounds like a compassionate and inspirational person. It goes to show that age does not always indicate the degree of wisdom. Please wish her a belated happy birthday for me. Blessings to you both, Lydia

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Today is my younger sister’s birthday, and these flowers are for her.

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I was the older sister, and for most of our lives, the more accomplished. She looked up to me, as I looked up to our older sisters.

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But for some time now, I’ve been the one who’s looked up to her.

My little sister has quietly become one of my heroes.

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She’s overcome many painful challenges.

Her marriage dissolved.

She went back to school while the children were still young. Went back to earn new qualifications that would pay the bills.

She raised her three sons, mostly on her own. Three beautiful young men.

Today she’s also a loving grandmother of two.

Blog Photo - flowers for Sister Yellows 1My sister’s faith and optimism are a joy to behold.

I’ve leaned on that strong faith in recent years. Hers and my other siblings’.

Through frequent phone calls from the U. S., where she lives…

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Quote Tuesday


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“Stand for something or you will fall for anything. Today’s mighty oak is yesterday’s nut that held its ground.” ~ Rosa Parks

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As You Begin Your Week


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“O’ Great Spirit
help me always
to speak the truth quietly,
to listen with an open mind
when others speak,
and to remember the peace
that may be found in silence.”
~ Cherokee Prayer

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Creative Writing Saturday

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A Summer Day

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-the one who the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down –
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life? ~ Mary Oliver
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