Month: December 2015

Charisma.  Some people have it.  Others simply… do not. It is a word that was derived in the middle 17th century.  It means “a sense” which comes from the  ecclesiastical Latin from the Greek word….kharisma, from kharis.  And that word

I have a bunch of favorite movies.  A wide array, from several different eras and genres. Sometimes, I am drawn more to the characters, than the actual movie. But, the best kind of movies have all the elements completely in

Tonight I wrote a fairly long piece about politics.  I premised it by saying that “I barely talk religion or politics here…” and then I went off… on certain things that have been happening on the political scene. However, I

Not a single thing in our existence…. exists alone.  As Einstein so aptly noted, “Everything is relative.”  And it is true.  Everything exists in relation to everything else. Where ever there is light, there will be a shadow.  Where there

Sure, you can plan.  But that doesn’t always mean it will come out the way you anticipated. This is largely due to the nature of life.  Things are in a constant state of change.  There’s no such thing as a

Happiness. I love the phrase… “As happy as a pig in the mud.”  I think I will have to ask my friend Cassie about this one.  She would know, as she is an expert when it comes to all things

I am joyously grateful.  Please.  Don’t get  me wrong.  You see, yesterday, we found our first chicken egg. It has been a learning experience thus far.  Perhaps, that is my biggest understatement of 2015.  We have run the gamut with

Journal Entry:  December 2, 2015 – Wednesday 6:32 p.m. It is dark.  Dark and eerily quiet.  The air is crisp and cold as I walk to the chicken house.  The sky flutters, as snow dances on the breeze.  A dog

Fickle.  Now, THAT is a good word. I like the word fickle a lot.  Notwithstanding the fact that I am fickle.  Let’s put that aside for now. But. Go ahead.  Say it aloud.  Fickle.  There is a feel-good noise it

Tonight, I have been scanning old family photos. My Mom. I’ll tell you.  She loved photographs.  I think she probably still does love her photographs.  She just doesn’t remember about them, most of the time. But there is plenty to