We're heading off to do some shopping.My vacation has inspired me to find even more tasty and creative recipes, and I found a delicious scallops dish that I want to make for tonight's dinner. Champagne's chilling. It's not Prosecco, but I had it on hand.I LOVE to cook and can't wait til next year . . .
What's on your schedule this week? . . .
Sundays.A time for lazing in bed late.For reading the New York Times slowly, over a cup of hot, rich coffee.For doing the crossword puzzle, if you're like my fabulous husband.(and yes, there is only ONE crossword puzzle, in case you're wondering)And a time for praise and worship. Silently or en . . .
I received an email from a relatively new Florida acquaintance this morning, signed Om shanti.I had to look it up.Om is a common meditation mantra (sound) and it apparently has no literal meaning. Some hold that it is the sound of the universe, infinity, the divine, or something like that. Shanti . . .
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I'm a logical kind of girl who's known to be (figuratively, not literally) from Missouri, the "show me" state. I LOVE proof. Empirical evidence. Facts. Solid support.And yet, I've seen so many inexplicable things occur this past year, events and circumstances with no logical basis.It's been a big . . .
Last week I ran across some CDs I hadn't played in a while, so I slid one into the car's player. It was John Tesh doing contemporary praise and worship at Red Rocks. As the familiar tunes blared from my speakers, I realized that I hadn't been in touch with my spiritual life lately and that I've . . .
This is from last year's Memorial Day celebration in Washington D.C. Great choice. Gladys still has it.War's the easy way out, you know. Just knock each other over the head (figuratively) repeatedly. Killing hasn't worked so far, and it's been thousands of years.I wonder when we'll figure out a . . .