Monday, February 19, 2018

The Getaway


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The Getaway


Carolyn and I are on a getaway to Victoria, BC.  It is a lovely city, a sunny day but cold outside – 30 degrees. 

A getaway!  An interesting term, isn’t it? 

It’s not so much that we are getting away from something bad.  We actually have a nice life in Edmonds. We have a lovely condo, enough food, warm clothes, gas in our automobiles – all the necessary attributes we love. 

We just felt the need to do this.  It’s been a long and hard six months since my first hospital stay in October and the discovery of my need for heart bypass. 

Perhaps, this is our retreat.  We are, at the moment, sitting in front of our hotel window enjoying the bay view.  Carolyn has her bare feet in the window, we’re both sipping our Starbucks and it’s quiet here.

We’re not escaping anything.  We’re coming to a quiet place for a couple of days.  It is a place of change, of beauty and of nothing on our agenda except what we choose. 

Later today we will visit Butchart Gardens and enjoy High Tea.  We will stroll, we will drive and admire the sights, we will eat some highly rated Italian food, we will laugh and talk, listen to audio books, and just ‘get away’.

Hope you do the same sometime.  Your mind and body really need this calming moment.

This is my morning reflection.



Words of Hope
Encouragement Inspiration
One Word at a Time

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

The Voice Heard in Silence



The Voice Heard in Silence

Prayers are said; some deeply felt, others as though rote response is all we sense.

And when we pray, what then?  Is formality in order, as if we are praying and the Queen of England is listening to our “Thee’s and Thou’s?”

I hope not.  I’ll confess – I pray.  The amount
per day and the style and body position in which I pray shall remain private.  I’m not here as some specimen on prayer for you to emulate.  I just want to muse for a bit.

I love what Mary Oliver said in her poem “Praying”.

“Just patch a few words together
and don’t make them elaborate”.

Oh my.  That resonates with my soul.  I am not the most eloquent of pray-givers.  I love her words “just patch a few words together.”  That’s more my style.  And you know what?  God gets my prayers in that style.  He gets me and my minds desire and my heart’s longing. 

Mary continues:
“… this isn’t a contest
but a doorway into thanks,

Hmmm … a ‘doorway into thanks’.  How about that!  Man do I have a bushel basket full of circumstances for which to be thankful. 

And the wrap-up:
and a silence in which
another voice may speak.”

To think that God himself wants to speak to me.  I’m nobody in the grand scheme of things.  I’m 68, I have surgery scars on my body, I move slower than ever, and to think God may want to speak to me during my prayers?

I think I shall pray now.  I just may hear the one voice that speaks life and sense into my troubled world.

I’m going to sit here in my chair with my feet up.  Join me if you wish.  Just be still … with me.


This is my morning reflection.



Words of Hope
Encouragement Inspiration
One Word at a Time


Tuesday, February 6, 2018

To Touch a Heart

To Touch a Heart

I’ve stated it dozens of times.  My mission in life is to offer hope, encouragement and inspiration to mankind one word at a time.

I found a new way of saying this.  It came from my surgeon who did my heart bypass. 

On Thursday night, after my Monday surgery, he came to check on me.  In our brief conversation, I thanked him for the great job in operating on me and he said these words: “Thanks for letting me touch your heart.”


And touch he did.  He was in my heart cavity for several hours, lifting, probing, connecting and stitching the three bypasses.

I’ve never forgotten that conversation nor that comment.  He touched my heart.  He physically touched my heart.

That is what I aim to do for others.  I want to touch your heart and others in an encouraging and hope-filled way.  And from some of the notes I receive, I’m doing that. 

We live in hard times, discouraging times, untrusting times. 

   Who can we trust?  
      Where is truth?  
         Where is honesty? 

Seems to me the call is going out.  “Wanted.  Men and women who can touch a heart.  Who can encourage, uplift, and bring light to the dark corners of our dismal lives.  Who will answer the call?”

I will.

I want to touch your heart!


This is my morning reflection.



Words of Hope
Encouragement Inspiration
One Word at a Time