I have been a Braves fan since I was a young girl, back when you could walk up to the window at Atlanta Fulton County Stadium and buy a ticket 5 minutes before the start of the game and make it to your seat on field level before the first pitch was thrown. Back when … Continue reading The Braves Bubble
Inspiration
Life is Short
Life is short. It’s a phrase we hear often…and it’s accurate. Compared to eternity…or even compared to history…our lives are but a blink. Small blips on a never-ending timeline. We usually use this phrase to remind ourselves of the brevity of life, so we will remember to focus on truly living to the fullest every … Continue reading Life is Short
Dance On
My friend Mildred died recently, just one week from her 101st birthday. I last saw her at her drive by 100th birthday party last year. She waved and smiled at each guest as a long line of vehicles queued up and waited their turn to give a word of congratulations on becoming a centenarian. She … Continue reading Dance On
Follow the Peace
We have a phrase at our house. Follow the Peace. We have tried to teach it to our kids, even while we ourselves have attempted to follow our own advice. Whenever there is a major decision to make, follow the peace. New job? Follow the peace. New home? Follow the peace. New career? Follow the … Continue reading Follow the Peace
September 12th
One blink and 20 years have passed. Yet, the horrors of 9-11 seem as fresh as the day they happened. The footage I have seen every year brings it all back like it was yesterday. I am glued to the TV, just as I was then, because I have a need to watch it again. … Continue reading September 12th
Relax
I don’t know about you, but lately I have been feeling a great deal of tension. Not from my own life necessarily, though there is always plenty in my world to deal with. This apprehension is coming from the outside. I don’t watch the news. I am limiting my social media time. Still, there seems … Continue reading Relax
Refugees
What to say? What to write? No one needs my opinion on world events added to the cacophony of voices and noise, yet I feel compelled to speak. Obliged to write. To be a voice for the voiceless. If for no other reason so that they may be “heard.” I am referring to the refugees … Continue reading Refugees
The Painting
A misshapen hand grasps the paint brush with the skill of one who has painted for millennia. The canvas is blank. It is a new piece beginning. Not that it will be all that different than previous pieces. Same colors, same textures, same layers…just in a different order. A new form, an experiment really, as … Continue reading The Painting
The Language of the Falls
Minnehaha I hear the sound as soon as my foot hits the trail. Rushing water. I breathe deeply. Inhaling with intention. Exhaling tension and stress. Closing my eyes. Inhaling fresh air, peace soaks into me through the sounds of the water. Opening my eyes again, I begin my hike beside the river which is swollen … Continue reading The Language of the Falls
New Hope
Forsythia is waving her wild hair in the breeze and the cherry trees are following her lead. The pears are mostly changed out of their lacy white gowns into their green dresses to join in the dance. All shades of tulips are showing their faces to the warmth of the sun. All around is a … Continue reading New Hope
Michelle's Mosaic 