Archive for September, 2010
Love is the Answer
September 26th, 2010 | Author: carriesuepepper
The effects of our actions aren’t always immediate and we oftentimes don’t know what the end result is or will be. Things are said and done without thought of the consequences. The little spider taught me this.
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SMILES: Where do they come from?
September 22nd, 2010 | Author: carriesuepepper
The smiles come from the inside. I hear people remind me to SMILE and when I hear them, a slight smile usually floats up and turns up the corners of my lips – and, for a moment, I do feel happier. When I call my Hawaiian friend, Ray, and at the end of his voice message, I hear him say, smile, I always feel better. I hear people say, when you see someone without a smile, give them one of yours, so where do all these smiles live and how does one get to the place where that cheery countenance is easily brought on?
Back to School
September 3rd, 2010 | Author: carriesuepepper
September always brings Back to School thoughts and it’s more than easy to let my mind drift back to days in Virginia when I’d be dreaming of new books, pencils and pads of paper and shopping for new school clothes. I clearly remember the store where my father would take me to get all the finest Richmond had to offer. It was easy when I was in first grade or even third or fourth as I could just get out the Sears catalog and circle all my desired outfits.
Early Morning Treasures
September 1st, 2010 | Author: carriesuepepper
The Canada geese were my first treat this morning. I heard them honking and knew they were close. I stood patiently, waiting, until they appeared over the trees, six of them coming in for a landing in our little neighborhood pond. Such a glorious sound as they glide past in a cool clear sky this first day of September. As I walked toward home, I heard more joining them and rejoiced in the way their music affects me. Further down the road, my second gift appeared. I looked up to see seven white pelicans circling overhead, their underbellies reflecting gold from the rising sun, slowly circling silently as the flock glided silently, determining their flight path. Nearly home, a tiny hummingbird suddenly darts out from his crepe myrtle to greet me – suspended in mid air, inches from my face – Oh! Good Morning! I say to him as he proceeds to flit back and forth between me and little tree in a sort of morning greeting ritual. Lastly, I hear a scurrying sound behind me and down the trunk of a small valley oak comes a little grey squirrel, looking this way and that, making sure the path is clear before he darts down for a piece of apple someone’s dropped in the grass.
