Lakeside thoughts and times of solitude
I sit and look out the door to my screened in porch. I can see vivid purple and orange flowers. I know if I would slide open the doors and walk out on the porch, I’d see more flowers under a tree. But I haven’t done that. I’ve tunneled in for most of July and August, avoiding the Florida heat. I gaze out the windows and think about living lakeside in Minnesota. I’m not sure if I’m longing to be back there in that two bedroom cabin or if my hunger is for the peace, the solitud
Not an optimist
I am not one for reposting many things I see on my home Facebook page. I troll through those rather quickly. But now and then, one has a message I think might encourage someone needing that. As a writer, I appreciate the combination of a visual with a message of encouragement. And I believe that people doing more heart listening offers hope to improve the life of the listener and the speaker. We’re all connected. So I reposted that encouraging message. But an old friend shot
