Jellybean colored LIFE
the Sun-SON is risen
Spring green giggle delights
feast on freshness
live
JOY
See the LIGHT in you
See the LIGHT in others
LIVE the LIGHT
Be the LIGHT
Be ALIVE
BE
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Wishing YOU all a joyous Easter! and Beautiful Spring!
Happy Spring and Resurrection! And may LIFE find YOU ALIVE and HAPPY…may dancing jelly beans fill your basket of joy! Below you will read Robin’s take on this wonderful time of the year! ENJOY! and Please direct your likes and comments to her blog: https://witlessdatingafterfifty.wordpress.com/2015/03/28/light-hearted-easter-egg-moments/
If you don’t celebrate Easter but enjoy learning about other families’
customs this post may still be a good one to read. If you follow a
different religion or you don’t practice any at all, you still could add
something new to this post. Help make it multicultural and allow
us to “cross borders” into friendship together. Although Easter eggs
were once considered part of pagan Spring festivals, they have
become Christian symbols of new life in recent times.
A cracked open eggshell could represent
and symbolize Jesus’ empty
tomb on Easter morning.
Coloring eggs can be elaborate projects, I have always enjoyed looking
at Ukrainian eggs with their pen and ink display of designs. Our family
usually just used crayons to make designs on our hard boiled eggs
for Easter. Then, with the pungent smell of vinegar and the Paas egg
coloring dyes, we would put our eggs on…
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Promise~
the day breaks into song unfolding before us
the moments shared are beyond measure
Promise~
the ice leaves the shore
the water flows, refreshing our view
Promise~
the tiny bulbs in the ground
bring daffodils into Spring
Promise~
the crayon drawing of your purple hair and golden teeth
speak of love unspoken
Promise~
rainbow colored in your pocket
laced with hope, flowered with petals of compassion
For all of my readers and blogging friends~
“May God give you…
For every storm, a rainbow…
for every tear, a smile…
for every care, a promise…
and an answer for each prayer.”
–An Irish Prayer
Each Spring, the inevitable “lake” forms in the center of my driveway, as time has passed, wear and tear have caused the foundation to sink into the ground. I do not have the means to repair the driveway, and each year I wonder if I will be able to take the car out of the garage and navigate across the lake without submerging my vehicle.
This year my concerns regarding the lake shifted to my grandchildren, who have to leave the school bus on the road opposite my driveway, and somehow, circumnavigate the lake, with only a muddy lawn as an alternate route.
Pondering this dilemma, I remarked to Ayden, my “almost 8” year old grandson, “Ayden, what are you going to do when you get off the bus tomorrow and see that huge lake in our driveway!?” For me, it was more an expression of exasperation than a question.
He replied enthusiastically, “Look out puddle, here I come!” 
The morning was dreary
and the day proclaimed length
and there at the door
was a gentle knock
“Ma, Mrs. Schultz is here with the Watkins’ Products!”
Excitement abounded in the house
with the prospect of smelling the latest bottled spices and
getting a whiff of the vanilla aroma
Mom, with eleven children of her own,
always seemed to come up with some money to buy from Mrs. Schultz
Who had a genuine smile when selling her wares
She had several children ( Kathryn was in my class
I envied her lanky height…tall and thin…and a
gentle spirit with a kind smile)
Mrs. Schultz’s husband had injured himself at work
So she had to find a way to support the family.
To me, her tired eyes carried the world
but her ready smile made me happy she had come.
A day growing up
Witnessing the exchange between two mothers
Living their lives and contributing their best
For each other’s success
Profound piece…By Gary David Maxwell, “Fool’s Blog”
Thoughts from Chelsea, a friend to my daughter, Lara. Both are serving the Peace Corps in Togo and have been there for the past year and a half.
I haven’t written here about my philosophy of development because it is conflicted, contextual, and changeable. I don’t like going on public, permanent record right now about something that can be described as such. But I’m going to make a request, so it behoves me.
You all are so giving and so supportive of everything I do that I could probably raise money just by posting the link on Facebook, no long-winded explanation necessary. But. It is really important to me that you understand my philosophy, more important than receiving money for a project, actually.
To summarize, I don’t like hand-outs. I like working with people on projects that they have identified, things that they are motivated to do in order to improve their lives. If I’m involved in Togo, I want to be a supporter, not the engine driving the change. Even in my home community, I need to…
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