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?
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.
In a world seemingly filled with negativity and meanness from some. The presence of bullies appears to have increased and what can be done?
Butterfly; beautiful in the air, Fragile wings graceful and fair,