Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Gluten Morgen

 

4-17-26. Dog Park Trail

     Works. Strike the first do. See a paltry self satisfaction.  Accept it. Acknowledge Jesus. God. My own being. The being of others. With thanks  IJN

Tuesday, May 12, 2026

Empty nest

  


In the rhody bush

 Webinar was good despite friction of Ston presence. Kept me awake I think. Robin reminded me that the morning sitting Strikes the do of the day. Very important  Word, help me do it properly and Consistently  IJN

Monday, May 11, 2026

Sunday, May 10, 2026

In bloom

Neighbors pear tree in Bloom
I’ve never seen pears on it

 Copycat again from Liane earlier this morning, daily five Substack:

 The quality of the exchange I undertake and engage with in regard to the outer world is in the end determined by the quality of my connection to this sensation of being….

Rooting myself here in the beginning
 in the cosmological force of my own being, 
I have a chance of resisting what comes in from outside 
and I will not become its slave.”

Saturday, May 9, 2026

Quiet, can’t say Peaceful

 

Somebody ‘hood: Nason’ Corner 5/7


   Lord move us quickly through this period with of war with a finale of lasting peace. Is it too much to hope and pray for?

   I don’t feel like I will live much longer. My afib and muscle weakness are disturbing.  Is death peace?

Friday, May 8, 2026

Nochmals Grüß Gott!

Basilica de la Sagrsda familia, 
SIL’s pic 4/24


Abide with me today and with those I love. Give me a strong conscience and right direction, in Jesus name

Thursday, May 7, 2026

Closed heart

 

But not then.  Wide open, 2008

    That war movie keeps repeating in my head, like a toxic meal, prompting depression and restlessness. Body feels poorly today too, want to do or feel nothing, even if I push and say thank you for the sunshine, little dog, and easing of some recurring symptoms. I have such an easy life that it seems hard as I spend time watching minutes and hours digitally flow on my iWatch.  God help me!  Do I really want to be helped?  And when I don’t, isn’t that when I die?  Waiting for Godot.