Archive | February 2016



The wind may blow;
It might snow some more,
But it doesn’t matter:
March is at the door.

Flowers blossom;
The warmth we adore;
Wake up and be happy:
March is at the door.

Days grow longer;
There’s plenty in store
For Spring and then summer;
March is at the door!



For the past couple of weeks, news services have been reporting on the discovery of gravitational waves:  Something predicted by Albert Einstein a hundred years ago.


My thought is this:  Oh the secrets kept from us until just the right time!  There have been gravitational waves since the beginning of creation; we’re just discovering them.  We don’t really understand them and what they do at this point; we only get that they exist.  Who knows:  Perhaps this will be the key to space travel!


I am excited!  This might seem a bit odd, but I thoroughly enjoy mystery, paradoxes and the call to explore farther.  What other wonderful secrets are waiting to be sought out and uncovered?  With all that we have learned and invented, there is so much more that we have not even imagined!


Part of my concept, and to be honest, hope for Heaven is that we will be discovering, learning and creating without limits.  Why not?  God is Creator; we are made in His image.



Ah, the weather is warming and spring fever is setting in!  Time to think about yards and gardens.  In the past several years, I have reconsidered my approach, especially in terms of what I try to get rid of and what I might leave.  One lesson in this was my discovery that honey bees like button weed.  Hmmm, I will have to leave them a good sized patch.

Bees aren’t the only beneficiaries of indigenous plants – often called weeds by us “civilized” folk.  It turns out that we are digging up some possible meals.

There are lots of these edibles in disguise in our lawns and green spaces that are actually friendly; even helpful…and more than that, edible.  While I am not quite ready to go sampling on my own, I will describe some that I know to be good:

1.  Dandelion:
You’ve heard of dandelion wine right?  Well, why not eat this plant raw and unfermented?  I’ve have known that the leaves are edible for a long time.  Yes, they can be a little bitter, especially if they’re older, but young ones aren’t so bad.  It turns out that dandelions are good from root to flower.  More on that as I check them out.

2.  Purslane:
This rather delicate looking plant is a good salad veggie, although I’ve read that it can be cooked in stir fries or soups as well.  It turns out that purslane is a good source of omega 3.

3.  Clover:
I’m betting you’re not too surprised about that.  It’s leaves and flowers are good to eat.  A small amount of leaves can be chopped and added to salads.  The flowers can be eaten raw or dried for tea.

4. Nasturtiums:
The leaves add snap to salads; the blossoms can be used a garnish or as cups for sweet or savory mousse; the seed pods can be pickled and use like capers.

5.  Rose blossoms:
There are all sorts of uses for these lovelies, from decorating and garnishing to making tea.  The flavor differs between roses – Darker ones tend to have a strong fragrance and flavor.
6. Herb flowers:
Garlic, onion,chive, basil, oregano, rosemary, lavender, thyme, sage…  Most taste like the herb.  Take it easy, in case your tummy doesn’t appreciate the added fiber.

I have friends who are very familiar with edible plants.  One goes out to pick her wild salad greens every spring:  Dandelion, mustard, fiddle ferns…

Another puts violet blossoms in her salad for an extra touch.

I hear tell that wild amaranth (also known as pig weed) is another nutritious offering by Mother Nature.  I haven’t done anything with this, so can’t recommend it.

Are you intrigued yet?  There are plenty of others; I’m just not all that familiar with them.  Do a search or take a class:  You will discover all sorts of edibles in Mother Nature’s pantry.

Some sources:


Something wonderful happens when people get together to share music.  There’s a synergy about it that makes the warmth and delight so much greater than the songs themselves.


I think that is my favorite thing about recitals.  They are gatherings of people ranging in age from 6 to 60-ish, all performing the ppieces they have spent time learning.  Not everyone plays well.  Today, for example, two children really got lost in their piano pieces.  It doesn’t matter:  The audience still applauds and encourages them to keep trying.  Others play quite well and get to enjoy the satisfaction of knowing that.  All of this builds camaraderie.


I especially love the young ones.  They are so proper about introducing their offering and play with such diligence.  Not only that, they’re just plain cute!


Music is a language that crosses all sorts of barriers:  Age, ability, gender,  culture, belief and orientation.  I have often been intrigued when I encounter this:  People who normally would not be in the same proximity, let alone talk to each other, seem to let their guard down and become quite approachable.  They will visit with and smile at the same ones that they had ignored or avoided earlier:  Fascinating!  This is most true when people sing a familiar song.  Perhaps it is that there is a certain vulnerability about joining hearts, minds and voices that way.


I wonder:  Would this be a way to greater peace in the world?


The greatest wealth
Cannot be bought or sold.
It can’t be held in your hand
Or added to a financial plan.
It’s available to young and old.



The greatest wealth
Is only acquired
When we surrender to love;
All the goodness that comes from above;
As we are fed by llife’s inner fire.



The greatest wealth
Might possibly be found
In love for all that’s living;
By honoring, caring, forgiving;
By spreading every blessing around.


The soothing warmth of sunshine;
Music that fills my soul;
Interesting conversation
That leaves me happy and full.


Caresses of affection,
Tangibly and in word;
One who carefully listens,
So that I know I am heard.


Mysterious adventure;
Unanswered questions tease;
Call me to deeper places;
Such things inspire me as these.


This was inspired by a “rant” I read earlier.  My experience is that people often mean well, but have no idea about the pain they cause when they step in to “help.”


Please don’t make excuses for me.
If people ask, just smile;
Let me answer for myself,
Even if it takes a while.


Please don’t make your own excuses;
Instead, speak truth to me.
Trust me to understand you;
Let’s walk with integrity.


Lay down excuses for the world.
We have power to do right;
We choose to build or tear down;
Helplessness is not our plight.


Excuses are not what I want;
Instead I look for truth;
To embrace the whole matter;
To go to its very root.


When you are tempted to excuse,
Please remember my word.
Allow me the dignity
Of knowing and being heard.