Going to my Grandma and Grandpa’s house on the weekends was something I treasured as a child. They only lived a couple of miles away, but their property was comprised of hills, lots of grass, a fishpond in the backyard fed by a natural spring of cool water, a rock garden tended to by myContinue reading “The Magnifying Glass”
Author Archives: Candy Morgans
Way Beyond the Blue
Living life way beyond the blue, out of the ordinary, above the chaos, with deep abiding joy and peace.
Stay in the Lines
As a young girl with red, curly hair, I would hold my mother’s hand as we walked down the street. My little legs would scramble twice as fast because my stride was shorter than hers. In my effort to avoid cracks in the sidewalk, our arms would be stretched out as I scampered and dodgedContinue reading “Stay in the Lines”
Stop, Look, Listen!
I’ve come across the words Stop, Look, Listen! a couple of times this week. This phrase takes me back to a simpler time, when I was very small, and I can still hear my Mother saying those words to me at the corner of our street, because she loved me and wanted to protect meContinue reading “Stop, Look, Listen!”
We walked through the Easter experience apart, but yet together. We are in the pandemic, and everything has changed. We wear masks to go out, we stay at home, but we’ve discovered how to be together, apart. We have church and mingle in our spirits with our church families by zoom or facebook. Everyone wasContinue reading “Feeling Alive!”
Saturday, the ‘In Between’ Time
It is Saturday, April 11, and we are in the middle of a pandemic. We’re sheltered in place in our homes, having to wear masks when we go out, have run out of things to do, and we’re waiting…. For what? For things to return to ‘normal’. This brings to mind happenings of over 2000Continue reading “Saturday, the ‘In Between’ Time”
I decided to try my hand at blogging, now that there is time during the day to write a few things on my mind. We are, I’m not sure how many, weeks into the Covid-19 pandemic. What a frightening time it is, numbers climbing in the news of those sick, and those who have died.Continue reading “First Hand”