Category Archives: Rictameter

Worry is a monster. It is a demon that lurks in the dark corners of the mind and snuffs out reason that threatens to illumine the reality. Faith is the champion that will defeat worry.

Failures do not define who we are in our lives unless we fail to learn from them. Think of mistakes as pushing the edges to identify our true strengths. Successes cannot be measured without failures. **********************************************  I love this quote … Continue reading →

The wind carelessly throws anything not battened down as if it is an angry sea tossing ships in the wake of a storm. It throws hard rain in our faces, our words disappearing in the wrath of the wind.

Waiting takes energy not unlike running a race.  The adrenaline pulses to the heart at the start, a rapid pace that soon plateaus to a steady crawl…and thus begins the hardest part of waiting.

I do… these words exchanged on a chilly May day at the beach, sand resonating with lovely childhood memories…so much a part of the young woman she has become.  A new life starts when she says I do.

Caution! the road signs read. A watch word ignored by the cars speeding past on both sides. Where are they going in such a hurry? Getting there becomes a battle. Perhaps with acceptance comes less need for caution.

Knowing how difficult it is to accept change she moves delicately through life making choices that rarely rock the boat. Honing perfection with practice, she draws her power from the strength of her knowing.

Shadows under her eyes belie the persistent energy she seems to possess. Her need for solitude interrupted by her own inability to disengage and step back into the shadows.

Good news. It has its way of lifting the spirits and making all other things seem better even if nothing has improved. The positive vibes emanate like the rays of the sun proclaiming the good news.

Looking sour and stern, the old lady pushes her way into the inside seat, her mouth turned downward while she stares straight ahead. Suddenly, she claps her hands and smiles warmly at the boy when she sees him looking.