Tag Archives: God
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-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 Fifteenth; Day Seventy-four, was also Day One
And, here we go. I had been waiting for warm weather. Today was warm enough to grab the gloves and make the first move. It is Spring cleaning time. Today, the carport cried out for attention. While I wasn’t sure, … 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 Second; Through the Struggles, Through the Differences, Understanding is Found
I don’t make it any secret about how directionally challenged I am. My son laughs and teases me in a good natured manner, but he really doesn’t understand the struggle. Then again, he is the person who can get in … Continue reading
Day Sixty; Footnotes on Differences
Well, as usual, that didn’t go as hoped. I had hoped to take Bella and go hike Crowder’s Mountain. That didn’t happen. I asked mom if she needed to go to the bank, but she didn’t feel up to going. … Continue reading
February Twenty-fifth; Smoke and Mirrors
The fog has yet to lift, and in this lifetime, along this journey, it never fully will. The fog was settling in before I called it a night last night. This morning it was thick and heavy, seeing any real … Continue reading
February Twenty-first; Thoughts on Dealing With Grief and its Relative, Depression
“Like sand through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives.” For some, a well remembered line from a soap opera. Grief, flows like the tide. At its worst, flowing in and covering all that would seem happy. … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 