The Hourglass of Our Life

post about time, hourglass, sands of time,“Time will tell.”

“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”

“There’s always light at the end of the tunnel.”

“Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”

“Your time is up.”

What, exactly, will time tell? Will it tell me that my days are numbered? Personally, I’d like to think that my days are worded. My days are stories, one-by-one as a child, then a dozen, then hundreds as the years roll on. Continue reading

Green Hope

plant, home plants, green, love“‘Be Bop a Lula,’” he says.


“That’s her name, ‘Be Bop a Lula.’”

Jill inwardly rolls her eyes. Jason has been softly pushing her for more during the last year. More time together, more intimacy, more thoughts of moving in together. She’s a ‘less is more’ kind of woman. At least, that’s what she’s become.

“Why is that the plant’s name?” Jill asks, pointing to the hanging plant in his hand. Continue reading