Tag Archives: suffering
Where Does One Begin?
When they want to be and make a difference? I’m sitting here watching the cats out back. Three of the four are finishing up the food I gave them this morning. They will eat, stop and look around, seeking the … Continue reading
January Ninth; A Renewed Perspective on Considering Lessons Learned
Well okay. I’m paying for my moment of …arrogance? stupidity? stubbornness? My back is still reminding me of my less than intellectual move yesterday. I did not sleep well last night as every time I shifted position I awoke in … Continue reading
November Twenty-fifth May we Remember, Realize and be Grateful
And it has begun. I wandered into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I have fed the cats and added wood to the wood stove. I’ll have to check and see if the fire built back up as … Continue reading
September Thirtieth; Discarding the Rubbish
A large truck pulled up across the dirt road a few moments ago. I can hear the sound of the stuff that was left behind when the neighbors moved out being tossed into the bed of the truck. The neighbors … Continue reading
Day 260; Footnotes Some Days are Filled With More than We Can Handle Alone
Blank. That is how it seems that many of my recent days have gone. Just time passing, not much going on. I talk with mom. I do some chores. I write or wander outside to take some photographs. Almost mundane … Continue reading
August Sixteenth; In This My Month of Birth, If I Could Ask For a Gift, I Would Request
Lessons in the raindrops. I went to bed last night, or rather this morning as it was just past the stroke of twelve, listening to the sound of rain. Not a heavy, dangerous rain, the slow kind that soaks in … Continue reading
May twelfth; During that Moment of Fear
Between the rain falling outside, the darkness created by the clouds, Molly waking me through the night, and my scare, I’m exhausted and sleepy. Yep, one of those nights. I knew Molly was a bit antsy when I closed her in … Continue reading
Day 126; Footnotes of Can you Hear That??
Can you feel that? How can you not? How can you not feel the cries of the suffering? I sit here, sheltered in a rural area, away from the issues of cities or even the smaller towns. The woods that … Continue reading
Thoughts and Comparisons of Resurrected Life
Life resurrected. I was talking with someone recently that brought back a memory. Well, to be honest, it is one of those things that is never that far away. Waiting behind a closed door, ready the moment the door is … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 