While I might find pleasure in your approval, your disapproval will not deter me. ~Muriel Strode, American poet
I Monkey here.
Guess what I found in my back yard?
A bunny’s nest!!
Just Biding My Time
Monthly Archives: May 2022
Fighting Families
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go by any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds; they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald, American fiction writer
Silence just might be
Worse than angry words.
At least with angry words
One has communication.
Silence is so … quiet, so empty,
Like the vast wasteland
Decried decades ago.
Still, it’s angry words
That wound so bitterly.
Angry words that scar,
Leaving hurt feelings
And bitter memories.
That cause rifts in relationships
And once said, cannot be taken back.
Family isn’t the place
For this type of insidiousness.
Family is where love should prevail.
Support, encouragement, and loyalty triumph.
And peace predominate.
At least, that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Sad that too often it doesn’t happen.
Loss Magnified
There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and people we can’t live without but have to let go. ~Author unknown
My mom went to the hospital a few weeks ago, suffering from unexplained dizziness.
That might not sound too serious, but when you’re as old as Mom, it could be, so they ran just about every test they could, yet they still have no diagnosis.
And that’s not the worst part.
Planetary Conjunction
Whatever else astronomy may or may not be who can doubt it to be the most beautiful of the sciences? ~Isaac Asimov, American writer and biochemistry professor
Venus (left) and Jupiter, early morning sky, May 1, 2022, looking east
I guess I’ve always been fascinated by outer space.
The stars and far away planets — and the possibility, slim though it might be, of life existing there — are the stuff of the science fiction books I immersed myself in as a youngster.
And while my reading preferences might have switched to mysteries, I still find myself looking up, up, up — daytime or night.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 