A friend

This morning I was standing on my porch watching for the school bus that would come to take one of my treasures to school. I was lost in my thoughts in the cool morning when I heard a retching sound. I look up and across the street where I saw my neighbor standing next to her drive way, heaving. Sitting on the trunk of her car was a large bowl and towel. I wondered if I shouldn't walk over to see if I could do anything. Contagious thoughts accosted me. I then noticed that our neighbor next door to her, with whom I knew she was a close friend, started her car and began to pull out. I knew she would pass by my sick neighbor on her way down our street. Just as I expected, she paused at the end of my sick neighbors driveway. My sick neighbor was then leaning on the back of her car with her head down. She slowly stood, picked up her bowl and towel, and walked over to my other neighbors car. I realized then that my well neighbor was likely giving my sick neighbor a ride to the doctor. In that moment, my eyes stung with hot tears. I felt touched by their friendship and caring for one another. Oh, how precious is a good friend. A friend willing to help, willing to care, willing to drive us to the doctors' office when we're not well.

I'm grateful for every friend I've ever had.

True Beauty

I recently, not on purpose, came across both of these videos. I liked them. So they are here...



I really like Mandisa. I'm not much of a TV watcher, so I never saw her on American Idol, but I like to hear her on the radio when I'm out and about. I thought this song was fun and soo true.

Sleepy Brains

My watch has an alarm which I set for 8:00am. It does its', "Beep, beep, beep...," thing every morning when I am driving home after dropping my Ash at school. Yesterday morning it was raining, so I had the wipers on, and it was darkish and gray. So I'm driving down the road, when like clockwork my watch starts its' beeping. For whatever reason, my brain said, "What's that? Maybe it's the wipers?" I reached over to turn off the wipers and then remembered it was raining. Then my astounding intuition said, "Maybe it's the headlights?" Come on now, do your headlights have a beeping alarm? I flipped the headlight switch and then suddenly my brain turned on and said, "IT'S YOUR WATCH!" I had to laugh at myself. I hope I'm not setting a new trend for myself. I'm a good driver, really.

Wordfull Wednesday: Names

My name is Lora. I've never really thought it was very special (Sorry, Mom). My parents just liked the name, and so I got it. It's not that I don't like my name, but it's always just been my name. Lora means something like "laurel wreath." When I was young and fascinated by the meanings of words and names, learning that my name meant a wreath made of laurel, was not very exciting or mysterious. I like mysterious. I like depth. I just did a google and found a meaning I've never seen before under Anglo-Saxon as, "Small sage one." I found it here.
So, that's me, the small, sage, laurel wreath.

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Feeling Fall

The weather today refreshes my soul. Yesterday was beautiful too. I decided to take the week "off". My Persimmon is out of town this week, and I have a cold; the stuffy, coughy, sleepy kind.

Yesterday morning when I went out to drive Ash to school I thought, "Wow, it's beautiful outside." It made me want to write poetry. It's the first day this fall that has provoked that deep feeling within in my soul that makes me feel like singing songs of happiness. It was late this year. Usually I get the feeling in September sometime, and it's mid-October but I'm grateful it came. I smiled at the sky and the sun shining. I smiled at the wind and the trees waving their branches. I smiled at the leaves changing colors. I smiled at the day and thought, that even if some misfortune came my way, it wouldn't seem so bad on a day like today. I love the fall. I love spring too. I think because of feelings of newness, of freshening, of change, of possiblility, and hope that comes with the constancy of the changing seasons. No matter how simmering the summer or chilling the winter, a respite will come again on days like today, when the sun feels warm and the winds swirl around me, making me wish I could fly.

My favorite fall color is red. I also love the yellow, when it's especially bright. Actually, I really like the deep bright oranges too.

Can you see my doves?