While reading Denial by Beverley McLachlin this week, I came upon the word nonplussed. Nonplussed is one of those words that people don’t use in conversation. We are left to conclude its meaning from where we find it in writing. Up to this week, every time I’d read the word it had meant unperturbed. In […]
Maybe we can find what we seek, but not right away and not in the first place we look.
Helping others and striving for peace.
For all of us, the place where we are really from is the place that formed us.
The more gnarled and wrinkled a tree is, the more we love it. And yet, we detest those same things in ourselves? Why do we fear wrinkles so much?
Somerton Smith 
When I retired from teaching, I thought life as I knew it was ending. and it was.
But, then, miracle of miracles, I learned to blog which opened up a whole new world of friendly connections and a path to publishing my memoir.
The bird image is just perfect for this blog, Arlene! 🙂
I have come to believe that there is no such thing as ending. Something is always born anew, and usually it’s something better than we can even dream for ourselves. Fantastic, that.
Good question. It’s all in how you see it, isn’t it? I like to finish things more than start them so I’ll say the bird is landing, entitled to a bit of a rest.
Interesting. There is a wonderful feeling of accomplishment that goes along with finishing. There’s also the incomparable excitement of just starting out with something too. I don’t know if I could choose which I like better. Given the number of half-finished projects around me, I think it must be the starting out! I’ll have to work on finishing . . .
Balancing the endings and beginnings and endings and beginnings – that’s the trick! xo
Yes, sometimes it’s hard to recognize which is which. Sometimes we don’t even know we’re at the beginning of something when we’re so focused on an ending. It’s a fun world.
Isn’t that the truth! Some souls would say this proves that there is NO beginning and NO end!
Nice blog