It is amazing to me how little light it takes to shatter darkness. The smallest spark creates a point of light where once there was none. Then the spark lights a candle which, when it begins to burn, provides a circle of light. Each candle carries its own arch, and as it travels down the … Continue reading Circle of Light
Author: michellegunnin
The Recipe Box: The Rolodex of the South
I was born and bred in the Deep South, which means southern traditions run deep enough in me I don’t have to think about them. They bubble out of me spontaneously. Yet, some of these rituals are changing, to the point they are in danger of becoming extinct. One of these is The Recipe Box. … Continue reading The Recipe Box: The Rolodex of the South
Choose Love
I am a bit of a romantic, always have been. I suppose you could call me a sappy sentimental. I cry at commercials, and despite the cheesy storylines, I love Hallmark movies. They are completely unrealistic, totally predictable, and border on silly, but I love them anyway. The romance of new love is all about … Continue reading Choose Love
Dot-to-dots
Do you remember dot-to-dots? For those of you who are younger, a dot-to-dot is a hidden picture which is exposed when one uses a pencil to connect numbered dots, in order. I always loved dot to dots. They were part puzzle, part mystery, and part art. On the more complicated ones, it could be difficult … Continue reading Dot-to-dots
Borrowed Time
It has been 12 years today since I was diagnosed with cancer. It was one of the hardest days of my life. This blog is something I wrote during that time and then edited to be the beginning of a book about my journey. I have never finished the book, but I did want to mark … Continue reading Borrowed Time
Freedom
I have a different view of freedom these days. Before, I rarely travelled outside the US, and when I did, it was to tourist destinations. Now, I have been to countries where freedom is spoken, but not lived out. My navy-blue passport allows me access to places where others cannot move about freely. That alone was … Continue reading Freedom
Faces
After a friend commented on this one, I pulled it out of the vault from 2011. When the rug gets pulled out from under you due to life’s ups and downs you find yourself falling. How you land isn’t even up to you it feels. On your back, butt, knees or maybe… on your face. … Continue reading Faces
26 Years Ago
In 1992, I had a dream. In the dream I had a newborn named William Andrew. It was so real I woke up looking for the baby. I literally asked Bill in my groggy sleepy state, “Where is the baby?” He said, “In the crib.” He of course was referring to Aaron. I said, “No, not … Continue reading 26 Years Ago
Summer Song
There is something magical about porch sitting, and it really doesn’t matter whose porch I am on, they are all enchanted to me. Today the carpet of grass is silver with dew, the wet dirt is deep red from summer rain. The green extends to the edge of a forest. The morning light is … Continue reading Summer Song
Refuge for the Refugee
A Refuge is a place of being safe or sheltered from pursuit, danger or trouble. Segmenting the word, we see the prefix re- means again and the Latin root is fugere which means to flee. Therefore, a refugee is one who flees again, to a safe place, sheltered from pursuit, danger or trouble. How many … Continue reading Refuge for the Refugee
