Showing posts from August, 2011


No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.  ~Henry Ward Beecher

The dictinary describes the term percolate as the process to cause a liquid to pass through a porous body; filter, to permeate and brew.  Frankly, I do not care what the correct terms are, I am just thrilled each day to have a cup of it in my hands, and the aroma tantalizing my nostrils.  It really is one of the best parts of waking up.
Poets United Think Tank #63 Something Stinks

One Crazy Ride

Magpie #79 Life is one big crazy ride....
 ...sometimes its fast and wild
and others it is a Sunday drive...
...but whatever rolls into your life
just don't let those moments pass you by.

One Big Prayer,This Windmill,and A Dog Named Slick

Magpie #76
The mills of the gods grind slowly, a wise greek once said, but God can turn things around quickly when a miracle is required.  Sometimes God's timing in our lives can seem like a slow moving train holding up traffic. It is never going to make a way for us to get through, but it does ,eventually, if we wait patiently.  Then ,there are those other times, when things happen fast, your heart skips a beat, and God moves quick as wind to make a way. This story is one of those kind of times.

I was about 11 years old with scragly hair and awkward limbs running around outside at my babysitter's house.  She was the wife of a true blue farmer.  They had everything a farm would be expected to have right down to the cow's milk, and overalls.  They were an older couple.  His name was Albert, and he spoke like no one I had ever known before.  Sometimes it was hard to understand him, but you always knew when he came in the door, cause he smelled just like cow manure.  For some…