Tag Archives: fear
April Thirteenth; Considering Loneliness
What right have I? Seriously, all things considered, what right have I to be struggling? Especially when part of it is my own doing. Recently I have found myself in a place I thought I had left behind. I felt … Continue reading
March Twenty-ninth Facing and Overcoming Fear
What a day yesterday was. Sitting here this morning, I can hear the sounds of kittens. One of the not so strays for what ever reason, decided to have her babies in the back yard.She is up against the wall, … Continue reading
March Twenty-six; Molly Reminding Me About Faith Over Fear
How can a dog be so absolutely terrified of…the wind? Well, I guess those wind chimes aren’t helping matters much. What evil magic causes all that high pitched noise to happen at random times? I brought both dogs inside and … Continue reading
March Twelfth; Fear
There is no shame. I knew it was going to happen the minute I saw the weather report. Warnings of severe storms that would come through during the night, left me knowing what was to come, and it was more … Continue reading
March Ninth; When All Is Said and Done
Gentle can be deceiving. I went to bed last night around midnight. It was raining a gentle spring shower type rain, not one of those pounding down summer torrents that always worries me about that drain pipe that runs under … Continue reading
March fifth; Faith over Fear, Faith in Spite of Fear
People differ, fears differ. The following story was written in 2011, though the actual event with the toy happened around thirty years ago. But stay with me as it moves beyond a toy story. an evil toy called blue bear … Continue reading
March First; My Thoughts on What is Filling the News
Finally March. I have always looked forward to March for several reasons. Anticipating Spring’s arrival and warmer temperatures being top of my list. Nature around me waking and springing back to life. I do look forward to putting away the … Continue reading
February Eighteenth; When We Realize Where Calm Resides.
There she blows. We knew it was coming as the weather folks had been warning us of the storm’s approach. I made all the preparations that I could just in case. All the while I was hoping that it wouldn’t … Continue reading
Day Forty-eight; Footnotes Not Fear, But Love
The winds are really picking up. The wind chimes on my front porch are playing madly and Molly is trying to hide under my desk. I finally got up and closed the door to outside so she couldn’t hear the … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 