I told you the day was no good

I have mentioned a time or two or seven that I don’t like Labor Day.  It has earned the distinction as being my second worst day of the year.  The day is just a melancholy filled day for me. Continue reading

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The Flag

There are two of these flags within the vicinity of my nightly walks.  Someday I hope to work up the courage to ask the owners to share their stories.  Because surely, the black flag has a story of its own.  Until then, I filled in the blanks with my own conjecture.

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He fought

and bled for his country.

Moved by

the desire all should be free. Continue reading

23 Thank Yous: Thanksgiving 2017

A few years ago, I read an excerpt from a book called 365 Thank Yous: The Year a Simple Act of Daily Gratitude Changed My Life by John Kralik. 

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The author was finishing the worst year of his life in 2007 and through a series of events decided to write a different thank you note each day for a year.  The experience changed his life.

Since I have decided to jump back into reading this year I have made sure I am not without a book to read each night.  Either one chapter a day or 10 pages whichever comes first and my attention span holds out on.  Right before Thanksgiving I finished a book so I decided to read the entire book this year over the Thanksgiving holiday.  It seemed like an appropriate choice for the holiday. Continue reading

December 23rd: Scrooge’s Unknown Prayer

’At this time of the rolling year,’ the spectre said, `I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode? Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted me!

Scrooge was very much dismayed to hear the spectre going on at this rate, and began to quake exceedingly.

`Hear me!’ cried the Ghost. `My time is nearly gone.’

`I will,’ said Scrooge. `But don’t be hard upon me! Don’t be flowery, Jacob! Pray!’

`How it is that I appear before you in a shape that you can see, I may not tell. I have sat invisible beside you many and many a day.’

It was not an agreeable idea. Scrooge shivered, and wiped the perspiration from his brow.

`That is no light part of my penance,’ pursued the Ghost. `I am here to-night to warn you, that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. A chance and hope of my procuring, Ebenezer.’” (A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens, emphasis added).

Why was Marley permitted to visit Scrooge that fateful Christmas Eve night? Why was he allowed to warn his old partner of his impending fate? Maybe there was a silent prayer offered from the heart of Scrooge himself. It was so silent he wasn’t even aware he said it. From some hidden corner of his heart a plea was sent up. Maybe, just maybe this is what that hidden corner of his heart asked for on December 23rd. Continue reading