Describe your perfect birthday cake. Bloganuary Prompt for January 28, 2023
This prompt brings back memories of working in a bakery when I was in high school. Sometimes the manager shared a beautiful cake with all of us. My father shopped at the store too. He bought rolls, and my mother baked cookies and cakes.
I am seeing some winter poems. Yesterday, snow at rest on branches, and a few are broken. Old trees and strong winds. Robins will return.
star-quiet Christmas memories and timeless thoughts
I think of a collage of words and photos from different posts, or perhaps reflections to develop more. Much begins here.
all the year has held still holds
a hard year a good year
years go by and some things have not changed rather have grown stronger
Years and years ago, when I was a graduate student in education, I had courses in research. I surely feel I reached my limits with math and science, though as I spent lots of time in study, I gradually grew in these areas. My gift was being able to integrate material from a wide variety of sources. Illness changed the course of my life, yet also blessed me in the long run. My parents grew up in an economic depression, and they did not expect life to be easy. My mother’s parents had both died before I was born. I think I am like her mother, my grandmother Grace. My mother said things like, “God works in mysterious ways.” Dad said to me once, “Everything will be OK in the end.” They modeled service.
I have stayed in touch with former professors, friends, and colleagues. They supported me in times of loss. Believed I could achieve. And when one chapter ended, encouragement for the next. More gratitude.
Some of my major lessons were that being flexible and able to adjust to change are important for happiness. I learn slowly, hopefully well, over time. “Deeper Places.”
Many ways to create, grow, make a contribution. I could not have imagined blogs back then!
For health reasons, I did not drive for most of the summer. I waited to feel stronger again. Karl drove us to many parks, and I am enjoying sharing some of his photos again. My mother did not drive, and she used the bus system in Milwaukee for work. After my father died, she knew how to navigate for volunteer work. She taught English at a church to people new to our country. How she loved this work.
Greenwing Drive retention ponds Sheboygan, Wisconsin July 17, 2018