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.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Morning Glory.
2. Simple Beige Beauty.
3. The inhale and the exhale.
And the oft-forgotten mindfulness of the inhale and the exhale.
4. The Breath of Fresh Air Robert and I are experiencing with the television reality series, “Love on the Spectrum.”
“Overview: Seven adults with autism dive headlong into a dating group to explore the unpredictable world of romance, tackling misconceptions about both themselves and how they want to live.” (Series Website)
We recently stumbled upon season two and are working through it now.
5. Playing hide and seek with a Japanese Flowering Cherry tree near us here in historic district Savannah.
May you experience a Bit of Play somehow this spring weekend.
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. Walking to one of my favorite reading spots a couple of blocks from us here in Historic District Savannah on the bluff overlooking the Savannah River.
2. Being able to walk!
3. Friendly farm animals yesterday at Hunter Cattle Company in Brooklet GA, where we bought beautiful grass-fed ribeye steak.
4. More of Savannah’s Spring Beauty.
5. Looking for the Tree Spirits at various spots around Saint Simon’s Island (Georgia).
(I’m working on a post about the dozen or so “spirits” we found recently.)
May you spring into a Happy and Healthy Weekend ahead.
Does anybody else take photos while you’re waiting in the exam room when you go to see the doctor?
No? Really? Why not?
Is this against HIPPA rules or something?
Well, this morning brought my yearly appointment at my ophthalmologist. Since it’s a new year, I’ve been making my rounds to various specialists. Haven’t you?
For some reason (reminder: talk to therapist about this), while I am waiting for the doctor—any doctor— to make her/his appearance, I get all giddy nervous and therefore anxiously try to figure out how to pass the time before she/he enters and aggressively takes my blood pressure or sticks a needle in me.
The answer? Intra-medical-office photography!
And I can’t quite figure out how to interpret this writing on yonder wall …
Huh?
“E.T. Phone home” maybe?
I’ll probably be getting a new eyeglass prescription.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So the other day Robert and I were over at the Savannah Botanical Gardens, minding our own business, and enjoying some of their early Spring Beauty …
… when I decided to meander down to their little peaceful pond …
… when out of the blue, I saw her, hiding in the not-quite-yet-blooming irises …
… a cute brown puppy, in her own world, meditatively stretching back, yoga-ish, toward the quiet fountain beyond.
She paid my approach scant attention, a single silent shake of her head, so not wanting to impose further on her pose, I slipped past the pines, quietly bidding my adieu.
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