The Postman

"You made Mrs. March feel like she could see again. You made Ford believe he was part of something. You give out hope like it was candy in your pocket."

Robert Heinlein

"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea."

Gilda Radner

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.”

Patrick Overton

"When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught how to fly."

Sound of the Mourning Dove

I woke to the lonesome sound of the mourning dove Drawn to the sight of her, resting on the branch Cautiously watching the others all around her Yet she remained there, separate and alone Calling out for something . . . Tears burned my eyes, but did not fall Softly I whispered to her I know little bird I know …

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The Voices Within

The Voice of Hope . . . The voice of hope still believes in fairy tales and happily ever after. It is often quickly smothered by the voice of reason, and ridiculed by the voice of darkness and doubt. But somehow, no matter what happens in life, this voice continues to survive. Yeah, sometimes the light dims to barely a …

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The Darkest Hours

Now and then, I find the darkest hours before dawn to be the most difficult. It took me a few moments to realize what woke me up, a few moments before I heard the wind howling, gusting at more than 50 mile per hour, branches scraping the side of the building. It’s ironic that I love watching the power of …

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Who She Is Inside . . .

Once a very long time ago, a lifetime ago, I wandered into a huge corn field. I am not sure what I was looking for, but I found myself walking deeper and deeper into the field, without conscience thought. It wasn’t long before I found myself completely lost, disoriented, and afraid in the middle of the field. The sun was …

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And then I got distracted . . .

  Some days I am blessed to find beauty hiding in the shadows right off my balcony. Other days I choose to search it out, which usually includes a drive out to the country. Today was no exception. My plan was to focus on the beauty of the cacti in bloom up in the Hill Country.     And I …

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