There are nights I go to bed thinking “Tennis is the only thing I am good at.” There are mornings I only wake up because tennis is a part of my day. And while I know rationally, logically that tennis is not the only thing I am good at, I do derive most of… Continue reading Love for Life, Tennis, and Self
“Wouldn’t it be great if everyone reacted this way?” he asked. I nodded and burst into tears. The man talking to me, my friend, asked me this after his new dog put his head on my right foot and his upper body against my shin Thursday morning upon meeting the dog for the first time.… Continue reading Puppie 2.0
I will light candles this Christmas Candles of joy, despite all the sadness, Candles of hope where despair keeps watch. Candles of courage where fear is ever present, Candles of peace for tempest-tossed days, Candles of grace to ease heavy burdens. Candles of love to inspire all my living. Candles that will burn all the… Continue reading Hope, Faith, and Belief at Work
I love taking photographs. I rarely photograph people. My muses tend to be the beach, nature, flowers, architecture, and other structures. I found this photo while looking for some images for an art show I hope to enter. I took it many years ago at a bar. I shot the couple surreptitiously with my iPhone. I think… Continue reading Found Photo: Lovers in Love
Someone posted this on Twitter today. I love it! There are so many lies we tell ourselves that we cannot even keep them straight (“I’m fat.” “My nose is too big.” “My thighs are flabby.”) Moreover, and much worse, we begin to believe those lies and turn to negative influences to… Continue reading You are what you believe…
I have been having a lot of dreams lately, dreams that I remember and are particularly vivid. I wrote about this issue in a previous post. Sometimes they are fun, other times they are troubling, all because I seem to be remembering them. I have always dreamt, (or is it dreamed), but I was the… Continue reading I Dreamed A Dream…(and It Won’t Go Away)
I am never on time for anything, so to be early felt down right strange. I did not know what to do with my self. I knew 7 other people would be joining me to go to the college basketball game I would be attending today. I was meeting the family as part of some… Continue reading I’m Proud of Myself, How Strange an Experience
I have been going through a collection at work which holds many photographs. The former owner of the items, recently deceased, has all sorts of photos for reference and for personal purposes. All of them have inspired me to want to go home, grab my art supplies, and create. I am usually too tired for… Continue reading Preserving our Lives and Ensuring Our Legacy
I will never understand people who do not have a specific and enduring passion for music. Specific and enduring are the key words in the previous sentence. When I hear “Oh, I like everything,” I question whether they breathe the same air I do, or if they have a heart that beats warm blood in… Continue reading I Like Everything
I had a dream. A period piece, as we say in literature circles. Perhaps, the early 1960s on the coast of Spain. We, or quite possibly, they, a man and a woman, met after an argument on the roadside after some car trouble. The details are fuzzy. They began to travel together, and fall in… Continue reading Dream Narrative – Last Night’s Journey
Kara Jackman 