Like many grand narratives, some of the best were often rooted in legends and a bit of mystery. This tale was no exception. As details emerged, so did the many questions that raced through my mind as I hit one brick wall and then another.
My “once again,” love and miss you mama….
The other day, after digging through some old papers, I came across some old papers from a poetry class that I took in college. Today, I found an assignment in which I had to take a conversation and turn it into a poem. This assignment did bring tears to my eyes because I used my mom as my subject. Until today, I had forgotten about that conversation about her life on the ranch with her family.
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In the fall of 1961, a smiling couple poses for a photo. The handsome man drapes his arm around his lovely bride while she holds their three-month-old daughter. In the background, the family ranch stretches across the mesa.
It’s actually frustrating at times like this, how your brain can be so much faster that your body. I fully understood what was about to happen while the sound of his shot was still in my ears…
–Gary A. Wilson
Do you ever wonder how some people actually survived their childhood adventures? Well, my friend, Gary A. Wilson, may be one of those folks, but I know this man truly had some rough and and tough angels watching him around the clock!
My hope is that I shall help sow the seeds of spirituality in young souls and witness their first steps on their own religious roads…wherever they may lead.
In life’s travels, we often take side trips. Some side trips prove to be integral aspects of our life’s journey, as in higher education, career choices, marriage, and having children. Others prove to be enlightening and exciting diversions.
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery – The Story Girl
“I don’t want to wait to get married! Let’s do it now!
Do You Wish You Could Return to Moments From Your Past?
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
–Henry Wadsworth Longfellow