Clinging

What do you notice about this picture?  I took it because of the flowers…but upon closer examination I find one Mr. Ant clinging to the leafless skinny branch.  Clinging.   Crawling, at an ant’s pace.  Sure, it may have been fast to him, but to me–it was very.very.slow.  And perhaps…

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Real Satisfaction

It’s been nearly a year since we moved my elderly parents into a nearby Assisted Living facility. After sorting through sixty-eight years of living – slipping precious memories into the hands of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and auctioning off whatever remained – they set up housekeeping in a tiny 450…

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