And Now….

I am excited to share with you all my new blog. Starting March 15th you can find me (and hopefully follow me) at: The Refreshing of a Wild Rose on WordPress. This new blog will be more personal, and written like a devotional. I will continue to write on this page, but like it has

Fear and the Written Word…

Yesterday I commented on a blog that if the writer had found my writing mojo, please send it back to me.  I said it half in jest, half in truth.   Some may say I have had writer’s block, but, I think in truth I have just not written much out of fear. The beginning of

A Reminder…

After my last post, I truly thought about closing my blog.  I did some soul searching and left several groups that I was a part of, but didn’t participate in.   I looked at my friends list and did a serious look at them.   I basically did a mid year mind search and seriously looked at

Self Revelation…

During this time of quarantine when we have all the time we thought we never had, how much are we actually accomplishing? I know I am one who says, if we weren’t so busy I would….  and then fill in the blanks.  Some of those blanks are, I would really get a good start on

Ennui…

I just texted a dear friend and after exchanging our days today, she told me to go write something.  I replied that everything seemed negative in my head, but I was trying to get something written. Suddenly I thought of what we are all going through, quarantine.   How many words describe quarantine? I turned to

Iconic? Not me…

Did you ever wonder how long it took to think of and write iconic opening lines to books? This thought came to me the other night while trying to get to sleep.   Actually, Herman Melville came to mind,  ”Call me Ishmael.” Wonderful!  Hooks you right in.  I love it! And Charles Dickens, one of my

Cinderella after the ball…

Have you ever stopped to wonder how Cinderella felt after the ball?   She had had a very bad day.  Wicked stepmother ruining a dress she put together to go to the ball, yelling at the poor girl and banishing her to the kitchen.  Not a good day.  I am certain she felt like nothing good

Broken Bones, Broken Hearts and Broken Promises…

After a bit of encouragement today from a lovely group of bloggers, my mind started to once more formulate something to write. It has been three months since my last post. I broke a promise to myself to be more consistent in writing. I was determined and I did not see it through. I realized

Implementing an Idea…

For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to write.  I have always loved the idea of putting thoughts together to somehow have an impact on another’s life.  I don’t know if I have ever succeeded in doing so, but, as you know, it has not stopped me. As we were leaving

Just Thinking…

Each year at this time I begin to remember and think of what I was doing and where I was.  Each year I add another number to the count of the years.  Each year I wonder where the time has gone.  Tomorrow is my oldest daughter’s birthday.  I don’t mind my own birthday, but, hers