Do you ever feel like you’re barely holding on? If you relax just a little, an avalanche of trouble will descend on you?
That’s the image I had when I took the picture above. The snow hanging over the edge of the roof was fighting a losing battle and couldn’t hold on much longer.
Some of us are feeling like that right now with our endless winter weather, wondering if we can last until spring finally arrives.
In other cases, it may be health issues. Currently, I’m recovering from an injury. The first week I was content to wait for healing to take place. Now, almost four weeks later, I’m impatient to get back to my regular routine. It will happen, just not as quickly as I would like. Perhaps there is a lesson for me in the waiting.
This holds true in many areas of life. The big question is how do I know what to hold onto and what to let go?
Past hurts and regrets serve no useful purpose and should not be held onto. The belief that I must take care of every detail myself or life will come to a screeching halt must also be let go. These will leave me bitter and disillusioned. Been there, done that, don’t care to repeat it.
What I won’t let go of are my dreams, goals and the hope that my life can make a difference in that of another. Those are things worth holding on to.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. – Albert Einstein











The date was March 31st. The sun was shining and the sky a clear blue. Mid-Afternoon my husband and I decided to walk to a nearby coffee shop.
Have you ever loved someone so much you would risk injury to protect them? Would you go as far as giving up your life to save another?
The email said, “I’m sending you a picture of one of the lambs born on our farm this spring.” A friend from childhood sent this to me. She then said that they had named the lamb Tandy.
My friend’s baby is learning to walk. She started by pulling herself up on a piece of furniture and moving down the length of it. Having the furniture for support helped her gain confidence.
When I registered for a writer’s conference I also requested someone to share the hotel room with me.
Eavesdropping was not my intention. The conversation was taking place between two men standing directly behind me, so I couldn’t help overhearing at least part of it.
What is that, I wondered? Is it some type of cactus? Or, maybe it’s a tree. In silent awe, I watched as a few of these large plants, scattered through the desert landscape, became an unusual forest of vegetation.
Last week we had to drive through blowing snow. The line of cars was travelling at a reduced speed due to poor visibility.
A dull grey sky and a cool breeze greeted me when I looked outside. The weather forecast for the next few days didn’t appear any more promising.
I was able to pick oranges and grapefruit from neighbouring trees and enjoy the fresh, juicy taste.