1. My Favorite Little Card from the holidays.
“Be Kind, Rain or Shine”
2. Memories of a Beautiful Christmas 2022.
3. Shelter. A place to sleep, to lay my head at night.
4. Grandson Daniel, enjoying the “Harry Potter Experience” in Atlanta recently.
5. My Resolution #5 for 2023:
“LOOK FOR GOOD.”
May we all have a “good-looking” weekend ahead.
January-Autumn?!
(Okay, maybe I cheated a little with the one-word thing by hyphenating January and Autumn.)
I wonder why she doesn’t want to let go of Autumn. Or for that matter, Christmas.
Marveling! Over our quiet and simple, but delicious Christmas evening meal that Robert and I savored last night.
For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Christmas Day Peace and Love
If Truth be told, Christmas Day (and really every other day), should be about the one Force which has the potential to hold our lives and our world joyfully together …
May your Christmas Day be heaped and warmed with that which you consider Good.
For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Christmas Eve Peace
Weary travelers, from long ago, making their journey to Bethlehem.
I invite you to take a moment (well, one minute and thirty seconds to be exact) snd enjoy this sweet and peaceful little Christmas meditation.
(The video is actually a beautiful virtual Christmas card I received last year from a friend.)
May the Very Merriest of Christmases flow your way!
For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Parasols of Peace
I have always found umbrellas to be special handheld “harbingers of peace.” I believe it all started when I was just a wee little thing and would travel from my middle Georgia hometown of Macon up to the tiny north Georgia hamlet of Ball Ground, where my grandparents lived.
For my pre-teen summers I would spend a couple of weeks each July with my Granny Nix and her second husband Veto.
Just me. No parents. None of my four brothers. It was glorious.
Each weekday morning, I would go to work with Granny at the family-owned Frosty Bar (similar to today’s Dairy Queen). Granny let me stay behind the counter with her, while she made cheeseburgers and milkshakes. I would tiptoe up to the bar to hand the folks their food and then stay low to savor the leftover milkshake which Granny would pour into a little paper cup just for me.
But Sunday was the most special day! Granny and I would dress up and walk to the little country Baptist church nearby. As we left the house, she would position her purse strap on her right shoulder and then with her right hand, snap open her big flowered umbrella.
Her left hand reached for me, and we strolled leisurely and somewhat proudly down the dirt road, protected from the unforgiving Georgia July sun, underneath Granny’s lovingly protective parasol.
So when I snap open my own umbrella today, or just see an umbrella, I am thankful for the love and protection underneath.
And like Granny, I also love colorful bumbershoots.
NealEnJoy 