It is Friday and the day is beautiful in my coastal world. As we look forward to the weekend, here is a light-hearted poem from Joy Beth. Share your thoughts in the comments.
This collection of five poems by Joy Beth touches on her thoughts about life. After reading all of them, share in a comment which one was your favorite or how your views might be the same or different.
Begin with a scavenger who loves to walk on the beach or in a park as he searches for treasures. Add a gypsy who adds her creative touch to these treasures, so they become prized possessions. Together Sandy and Mike Ley are bringing smiles to residents and visitors in the Coastal Bend and Colorado.
As February 14 arrives, cards, candy, flowers and special gifts have been purchased to give to a friend, sweetheart or soul mate. This modern day celebration in the middle of February began as a celebration of the beginning of bird mating season in the western world and evolved into what it has become today - a celebration of love between a couple.
January of each new year brings thoughts of resolutions. What should you change? How will you change? Or, should you first ask, why should you change?
As we look behind us at the end of 2018, there were smiles and tears. This poem was written by Joy Beth on December 29, 2017, just four months following Hurricane Harvey. So many lost everything. So many suffered losses. So many were struggling. Each year brings new challenges to all of us…some lose a loved one...some lose a job…some search for a reason to live. So, why celebrate?
Whether it is called the Christmas season, the festive season or the holiday season it generally is considered to begin in late November and end in early January. City streets, businesses and homes announce the season with decorations and lights, but even without illumination, pine trees, poinsettias and even the lowly mistletoe add their touch.
As a child in the early 1950’s, Christmas Eve was full of anticipation as my sister, brothers and I pinned the stockings to the back of the couch before pouring a glass of milk to set beside the homemade cookies we chose for Santa Claus. We chose the largest socks in the house – our father’s socks.
Christmas is coming; it’s almost here. Most people and places are filled with holiday cheer. Folks bustling around shopping for family and friends. The ever-present gift buying and the playing of “Jingle Bells” never seems to end. Maybe we should all just stop and reflect on the gifts before our eyes. The most beautiful and valuable of any kind of prize.
Anywhere you go along the Gulf coast, a black silhouette of a large bird can often be seen soaring high above offshore islands, sparsely wooded areas and roadways. It may be one of the numerous black vultures looking for a dead or decaying animal carcass.