a night like that

I got up this morning, having tossed and turned for quite a while. What sleep I got was riddled with dreams of two people I knew in high school. Both of whom have been undergoing some unpleasant things this nearly 50 years later.
I bothered me, and an e-mail from one of them, regarding upcoming surgery bothered me even more.
Why, you might wonder? Our high school class was small, many of us still keep in touch. Especially now that we are getting older.
What to do on those kind of nights? Well, honestly, most of the time, I lay there in the dark and pray for those who were in my dreams or on my mind.
Sometimes, after a while, I can go back to sleep. On nights like the one just passed, I finally get up and put on the coffee.
can always hope that there will be a nap waiting somewhere today.

Sitting in the dark

I love the early mornings. The kitchen is my spot, cup and Bible close at hand.
Sitting in the quiet darkness, my only companions the dogs, my coffee, time for meditation, prayers and then computer time.
This morning, as I sipped my caffinated drink, waiting for sunrise I could hear geese flying over and a symphony of owls.
The geese seem to be heading north, perhaps better predictors of spring arriving than the resident rodent of Pennsylvania.
The owls, I’m not sure if they are in an amorous mood, or telling one another about the nights hunting efforts. Whichever it might be, I enjoy hearing them sing to me.
The haunting soudns reach me, make me feel safe.
Of course, I must admit, I am looking forward to hearing the peep frogs and whip-poor-wills to begin the harmony of spring and summertime.

Shooting stars

At one o’clock, this morning, Miss Lily woke me up.

We went outside and watched a few meteorites streak across the dark December sky.

Beautiful sparks of brightness flitting short-lived across the black velvet.

My great grandmother said, every shooting star was someone being called home to heaven.

As the day unfolded, filled with tragedy, I remembered that statement.

I choose tonight not to light my Christmas lights, but to light a candle and say prayers with many others around the world for those who have lost their lives in senseless violence.

Please join me in asking for comfort for the families, police, medical personell and all the other children.

I hugged the great-grandkids that were available and sent cyber hugs to my children and the grands and great grands who are at a distance, didn’t you?