Walking into The Fresh Market the other day, the first thing that greeted me was this, uh, spring display with, uh, colorful hyacinths.
Poor things.
I tried, but nothing I could say would cheer them UP.
I finally succeeded with this lively little ditty …
And that is my Saturday Evening Post.
Tonight was our church’s (Asbury Memorial, Savannah) third Taize service of the 2025 Lenton season.
Taize is a meditative worship service known for simple, repetitive chants, scripture readings, and times of silence, originating from the Taizé community in France.
Peacefully beautiful as usual, with the theme this evening of “There is a balm in Gilead.”
Whatever our faith (or lack thereof), we all probably need a balm from time to time, a gentle soothing.
The tranquil chorus we sang several times throughout the thirty minute service:
May we all experience a Bit of Balm this lovely Springtime Season.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. The delicious simplicity of a good hot dog.
2. Completing 1800 meditation sittings with my Happier app.
SURELY I should be a little more enlightened by now?!
3. The ability to … Stretch. I’m having some arthritis issues, and simple stretching often helps with the pain.
4. My old front door. It has welcomed us home many a time.
5. Benny needing his rest this morn (on my I’m-still-wearing-them Christmas jammies).
I don’t know what it’s like in your stretch of the woods on this First Day of Spring 2025, but Savannah is …
And a Galleria of Azaleas we just saw on our First-Day-of-Spring Morning Walk …
Red Tip Photinias dazzling in the morning sunshine …
And a Miscellany of Marvelous, also on our Morning Walk …
Our sweet little Green Japanese Maple coming back to life …
… in one of my favorite Savannah squares (Greene) near us. Reading. And realizing that Spring is about to spring.
LIFE WILL!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. A small twig of rosemary I snatched from a mature bush and placed on our car’s dash.
A tiny bit of natural beauty and heavenly aroma.
(It obviously doesn’t take much to make me happy.)
2. This photo from daughter Emily on our family text thread this week …
And her accompanying comment: “Just me and my tiny lap dog.”
My response: “Can you still breathe?”
Emily: “Breathing is overrated.”
3. Truth I saw displayed on a church in Macon, Georgia, where we were visiting last weekend.
4. The ability to (still) walk up and down stairs.
Robert and I live in a mid-19 century building with steep, tiny stairs.
5. Pine.
May you find much happiness this weekend. Or at least a little.
