October 29, 2017

A long time ago, I let go of who I was because I thought by being what others liked I would get  what I wanted. All the seemingly small things added up until one day, “I” was no more.

Time to be “me” again.

A Few Year End Thoughts…

December 31, 2015

I would like to thank each person who took the time to stop in and visit with me. My plans are to keep writing in 2016.  Today, this December 31, 2015,  I leave you with a few of my thoughts:

Most of us are like caged squirrels grabbing the provided acorns and attempting to bury them someplace safe while the cage keepers look on and smile…

Years come and go as do we, whether toward time or eternity.

Your hope may be light, but it will make it easier to carry down in the valley or up the hills to the mountain top.

Happy New Year.

R. Webb

Morning is past the light has gone
Evening tide rolls thick with fog
Soon night shall claim a restless soul
Whose mind and heart with sorrow untold
Once hope did breathe so shallow there
Within the being of one so fair
Small child of yesterday in time
I weep I weep dear child o’ mine
The tears that flow down cheeks of kin
Spill for the life that might have been
God knows the reasons and the why
So He may comfort by and by
If mercy shows His part Divine
Then heart and soul can rest in time

Copyright 2013


August 21, 2012

Big Ben windup clock. Ring a bell? It’s the kind I remember from childhood and awhile back I purchased one for the house. On the top shelf of the computer table in the den, it gives a soft tick- tick -tick through the air as we listen to music, read, talk, or simply gaze out the patio doors. A reminder that time marches on without the harshness of  L E D  numbers.     Time is in small increments. You don’t notice it unless it is meal time, or you are in pain, waiting for a loved one, expecting news, or a million other things that can make you focus on it. Most of us simply set the alarm, get up, do the day’s business and repeat.   That is, until one day we look up and lo and behold it has gotten away from us. Who told it to jump 15 years down the road? Why, it was only yesterday that…  . Yes, it happens just like that. Big Ben is like a gentle soul who saunters a bit and I welcome that type of attitude these days. Thanks Westclox, for this fine fellow.  He is a keeper.