I Took a Walk

I took a walk. Among all the fallen leaves on the ground,  I found these to be the most visible and beautiful. One orange. One yellow. It wasn’t the size. It wasn’t the color. It wasn’t even the shape that caught my eye.  It was their beautifully embedded veins within.

I picked them up and held them toward the light. Their old age displayed a work of art. The veins which once held life were now empty. But even in its emptiness, the leaf continued to breathe life within me.

Nothing stays the same for very long. The deluge of transition shifts with the seasons leaving us with new surroundings. If that’s not happening, then life is not being lived to the fullest.

Like the veins in the leaf, I believe we’ve all been given the same life giving source to a pure life. These leaves, once green and dancing on branches, giving shelter…have now fallen in the shade of a vibrant warmth where the ordinary meets the extraordinary.

Much like the fallen leaf, we face trials and triumphs.  And while giving all it had to give, even until its last breath of fresh air…it still brought out a sense of life within me, with all its exposed veins and distress.

Beauty comes in all forms. Even in death. For me, life is a series of revelations. Every aspect of life, the good and the not so good, is an awakening. The more I look within my soul, the more I see who I was, who I am, and who God still wants me to become. Sometimes, we have to believe in something before it can actually be seen. I believe God has given me a purpose and it’s for me to seek and find.

When all is said and done, and much like the leaf, I have breathed my last breath…my prayer is that I have been uncompromising in my dignity, integrity and my deep faith in God. There’s nothing more valuable than the veins to the direct blood line of my soul.



Copyright 2018





Let’s Talk

Hi Everyone,

I hope you had a great Thanksgiving and were able to visit with friends and family while enjoying great food and football!

It’s hard to believe another year is coming to an end. This year has been somewhat topsy-turvy. I believe this is the first time I have ever written the word “topsy-turvy.” In fact…It might even be the first time I have ever used it to describe anything. But, it is fitting for the transitions and changes I have been going through since the beginning of the year. I’m sure you can relate in some way or another. We all, at some point in our lives, feel like life is turned upside-down and in the state of utter confusion. Thankfully, God has a way of making sense of everything and helping get our lives right side up, once again.

Plain and Simple is always better....

Plain and Simple is always better….

Fall has always been my favorite time of the year. I love the smells, the colors, the fashions, and the uniqueness of the season. I love knowing that nature, in its worst season while letting go of life, is also when it declares some of its most amazing beauty in such vivid, life-giving colors. One of my favorite things to do in the fall is to build that perfect fire in a wood burning fireplace.

If you have ever started a fire from scratch, you will know there are certain steps to take to get that spark to ignite. Two nights ago, I had my mind made up I was staying home and enjoying a fire while watching the anticipated show, “The Voice.” I had the newspaper, the small kindling, the wood supply and hot chocolate. I was ready! As always, I crumpled the newspaper and placed the kindling across (teepee) style in order to get air flow. The paper caught fire as well as the kindling. Before long, I was able to add the bigger pieces of wood. The fire was burning so I took my spot on the couch to relax for the evening. Within ten minutes, the fire began to dwindle. WOW! I think this is the first time I have ever written the word dwindle. This is so weird!  Anyways…I wasn’t about to let the fire go out so soon, so I started poking the wood to get the air flow going for the fire to breathe. I continued to poke the wood and blew the hot coals. This is what a person does when they want to ignite a fire. I poked, blew and added a few more pieces of newspaper. The fire ignited once again. All was good; at least for another fifteen minutes. The fire had dwindled down to nothing quickly. I continued the process of poking, adding newspaper, kindling and blowing for at least three more attempts. This was not going my way. I was spending way too much time trying to keep the fire burning. I eventually gave in and decided to let the fire die. Twenty minutes had gone by when I noticed a flame shooting up between two logs. The fire I thought was burning out had apparently become hot enough to catch a spark onto the corner of a log. What once was smoke had now become fire.

Sometimes life is much like a stubborn fire. We start something and for whatever reason, it’s not good enough. We then poke, prod, pick, and poke some more until there is nothing salvageable left of what we had started. If we could only learn from the stubborn fire and realize to just leave it alone. Let it work itself out instead of trying to fix it. Let it breathe and spark at the right moment. Let it reach its full potential. Also, it may be helpful to make sure you have seasoned wood for the fire to easily catch and burn. I was trying to burn unseasoned, wet wood. In life, no matter what we attempt to do; we should be prepared in order to get lasting results. If not, we will only become frustrated and give in.

I love the look, feel and aroma of a real wood burning fireplace. It’s the real deal. And in the instance, it taught me a life-learning lesson. You can’t fight fire with fire. Sometimes, letting it go may get the better results.

Okay, since this is “Let’s Talk”, I want to hear you talk. It’s your turn. Share your thoughts, suggestions and ideas. Tell me something…anything…whatever is on your mind. I want to hear your voice. What you have to say matters. LET’S TALK!



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