Encouragement – Page 12

One-Word Wednesday

One-Word Wednesday:11/13/24

Posted on November 13, 2024November 13, 2024 by Neal Saye

“Prayer”

Warriors Walk Memorial, Fort Stewart, Hinesville, GA

Encouragement

This Dirt

Posted on November 12, 2024 by Neal Saye

Each Monday morning I find a poem in my email from a former colleague at Georgia Southern University, where I taught for a zillion years. Eric calls his service Carpe Monday/Seize the Poem.

Yesterday’s was particularly insightful.

Robert and me, dirt trail, Great Smoky Mountains

My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 11/9/24 “Sitting”

Posted on November 9, 2024 by Neal Saye

Sitting in Greene Square, one of my very favorite Savannah squares near us, reading.

It’s dusk; the sun has said goodnight.

And behind me is the church where Martin Luther King Jr. practiced his “I Have A Dream” speech before perfecting it in DC.

I’m still having difficulty processing Tuesday’s election.

But may America’s dream of “liberty and justice for ALL” somehow continue.

Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 11/8/24

Posted on November 8, 2024November 8, 2024 by Neal Saye

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

To be honest, after Tuesday’s foreboding election results, I have had sad difficulty finding happiness. Until I realized, once again, that true happiness is in the small things of life.

1. Colorful fall chrysanthemums.

2. The belief that, no matter how dark it gets, there are sources of light.

3. Grandson Daniel winning Best Actor (for two years in a row now!) for his portrayal of Shakespeare in Shakespeare in Love at the high school regional one-act play competition in Vidalia, GA (yes, the Vidalia of onion fame).

4. Riding the Amtrak train yesterday from Savannah over to Charleston, South Carolina for a wonderful day trip with Robert and ex-wife Donna.

Incredible lunch at Magnolia’s, one of our favorite fancy spancy Charleston restaurants

Donna and HR, relaxing in the Charleston Place Hotel lobby, pretending to be guests, as a harpist serenades them.

I wonder if it’s too late for me to learn to play the harp.

5. My 24Kt gold-rimmed cocktail at the Charleston Place Thoroughbred Club after the harpist rudely took a break. (We had claimed squatter’s rights at the hotel by that time.)