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Saturday, 24 February 2018

Keeping Sabbath









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You will say in that day:
"I will give thanks to you, O Lord,
for though you were angry with me,
your anger turned away,
that you might comfort me.

"Behold, God is my salvation;
I will trust, and will not be afraid;
for the Lord God is my strength and my song,
and he has become my salvation."

Isaiah 12:1-2


I know that there must have been times in my life 

when I have certainly ticked God off.

Sometimes I think I must be the most dense person He has to deal with.

He keeps saying the same thing...

and I keep messing it up. 

All I can do is clumsily fall to my knees

and ask him to say it again

and thank him.

And I am not afraid.







Friday, 23 February 2018

23 February


I went up to see my grandson, Verne, on Saturday.

He was eating the onions from my salad.

He'd chew on one for a bit, spit it out, and then grab another one.




The weather in Boston this week was absolutely beautiful.

It was 70 degrees on Wednesday

and I walked Beacon Hill during my lunch hour. 


It was snowing on Thursday and too darn cold for walking.

Gotta love New England.


I've sworn off all refined sugar since the end of October.

I may have fell off the wagon a little this week.

I stopped at Sweets on Beacon Hill one day for a little something, something.


Louisburg Square

Beacon Hill

I absolutely love Beacon Hill

As I walk I think on what a wonderful place it would be to live...

If only I had a couple a kajillion dollars...


Here is the Boston skyline from home...

It's a beautiful view.



Willy Nilly Friday

Thursday, 22 February 2018

22 February




Myrtle Street

Beacon Hill

It was such a beautiful day yesterday.

I spent my entire lunch hour walking.

Today we are back to chilly weather but

yesterday shall be enough to hold me over till spring.









Wednesday, 21 February 2018

the rhythm of a morning




the sun is just coming up over the horizon

as I get to the end of the causeway in the morning

on my way to work

I can see our rather tiny island over the Atlantic

from the upper floors of the parking garage at the train station.

and when I turn my head toward home

the skies will be ribbons of colour

and the day will have turned from dawn into morning.


On the weekends I am headed out of doors...

walking along the shore or down the path and through the wood

if you stumble across a bit of heart shaped lichen

how can you help but sing?



If I shower in the morning it's a quick one.

goats milk wild rose scented soap fills the air

in warmer weather the window's open

and it smells like sea as well





Coffee or a pot of tea

We use a kettle on the flame of an old stove

 the sound of hot water pouring into the French press

the smell as it fills the sunny kitchen

are like the tread of familiar footsteps coming home



Morning chores bring an order to the day

and set the stage for when we come home at evening.

The kitchen floors are swept, the dishes are stacked upon their shelves, 

and a load of laundry is freshly folded and put away.



morning grace

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the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion," says my soul,
"therefore I will hope in him.."



















Tuesday, 20 February 2018

20 February






Tulips are in the market places.

I see them at the corner shoppes as I walk

over Beacon Hill and onto Charles street on my lunch hour.

The people are still in black coats, grey coats,

salt stained winter boots...

But I am in my bright purple fleece with no hat on

and I am carrying a bunch of tulips home with me.

Spring is fancy and fleeting here in New England.

She is a coquettish tease here one moment and gone the next...

so I grab my tulips while I may.







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