A poem about the ecstasy of prayer when we are truly feeling it.
All at once, I had symptomatic arthritis. It hurt. It made me tired. I didn't want to take pills for the rest of my life. This is how I learned to live with it and be okay about it.
Every year, I make resolutions. Sometimes I keep them and then things change for the better.
When I saw large black lines and squiggles in my vision, I thought it might have been retinal detachment. However, after getting a retinal scan, my ophthalmologist told me it was just vitreous detachment—a normal part of the aging process.
Throughout my life, I have asked for signs from Spirit. They have always come, often in very peculiar ways, but they have always come. This is the story of a few that were particularly memorable.
While visiting my sister in San Antonio, we made a trip to the hill country and visited LBJ's Texas White House. It was fascinating!
This has been the path, for me, for finding peace of mind and somewhat ephemeral happiness. To say I have it all the time is an untruth, but it's definitely happening more often lately.
This my experience with ocular migraines. I realize now that I had had them for at least a year before I saw a doctor for the problem. I still have them, although not as often, and it's okay.
I recently had an implantable loop recorder (ILR) placed. It has given me a great deal of much-needed peace of mind. It is well worth the bother to be monitored at all times for paroxysmal AFib.
I always thought Pepper knew some things I'd like to know. One cold December night, he decided to show me some of them. My life was never the same after that night.
Addyson often has interludes with people from other places. She welcomes them, doesn't question them, knows they exist, although others say they don't.
When I was six, I wanted the first thing I ever truly wanted. It glimmered and shone and dominated my every thought. I truly believed I would have it.
I'm fascinated with the occult, the different, the unimaginable. I believe there is more to life than skin and bone, than what our eyes see and our ears hear.
These are things I have learned by being here a long time. They have made my life happier, more peaceful, and more full of joy.
My somewhat rambling thoughts on being 71 1/2 years old. Take heart, it's truly not that bad!
I have put up a respectable battle most of my adult life against depression, always thinking that if I could just get past it, I could begin to live again. Now I wonder if it was all bad.
As I approach the big "70," turning 69 this March, dealing with change has become the biggest challenge in my life. Not knowing what surprises and
This is an article about my most recent episode of atrial fibrillation and about how I learned to stop worrying and fretting about AFib and a million other things.
This hub is about yesterday's fishing trip. We ventured father out toward the Gulf then ever before. We caught 15 or 20 rat reds (redfish under 16 inches, not keepers), enough to keep it interesting.
These are my memories of Granite Mountain hospital, owned and operated by Samuel Presley Junkin, my grandfather.
High school reunions have gained a bad rap, I think. Mine was fun and left me with good memories of people I may not see for another ten years.
My birthday was March 14th. When I wrote the article about my 67th birthday, I did it on that day. Somehow this year I had no inspiration and decided to wait and let more things come to mind about the past year. Those of you who read my hubs know I...
This is a short hub about the healing power of nature and I've used it as a forum to show off some truly beautiful birds and sunsets.
This is the story of Artie. He made my childhood special and helped me understand the wonders of nature -- and life.
Thirteen years ago this June, we discovered that the feral cat that had taken up residence in our backyard was not a he, but a she. So we named her Frankie instead of Frank. She had a litter of six kittens under a sheet of plywood that was leaning...
This is a hub about the way nature heals our bodies and spirits and allows us to regroup and face the world again.
This is the story of the opening of a person's heart.
"I grew up in rural Arkansas on Route 4. That road is now called Dixon Road. Our house was across the street from Primrose Methodist Church and a few houses down from Granite Mountain Hospital, operated by Dr. Samuel P. Junkin, my grandfather. When...
This is the story of an insect bite, sting, whatever, that turned in to one more bizarre experiences in my life. It has useful information for you if you're ever stung by this particular insect.
We arrived here in Arkansas July 3rd. It is halfway through our trip. The days are drifting by and nature is healing us both of worries and sorrow.
When I went for my sleep study, I hadn't a clue what to expect. You will if you read this article.
I had a dream about a man in a white shirt and black pants, driving a very old black car. The grim reaper?
After two summers of fishing from a tiny boat, we bought a boat and are looking forward to adventures on the water.
These are memories of growing up in rural Arkansas in the '50s. It was truly another world.
These are my thoughts on becoming 67. Maybe they will save someone all the time I spent finally realizing what matters in life.
This is the story of my experiences with the last buddy I was assigned to before I stopped being a volunteer with people with AIDS altogether. I worked as a buddy to these men during the 1980s.
I have written a 12-step programs for depression. These are the things that helped me get well and enjoy life again. They are not easy steps to take, but the rewards are amazing.
Although I've lived in New Orleans for 40 years and have no desire to leave, I left a small part of my heart in Arkansas.
We must spread the information about foods that children choke on so that every young mom and dad is aware of the risk. One child dies every five days in the United States from choking. Choking is the fourth-largest cause of unintentional death in children under 5 years old.
My husband and I visited Geneva two years ago when the Kiwanis International Convention was held there. I fell in love with the history, architecture, and beauty of the city.
When my children were small, we often visited their Grandpa in Arkansas. We took those fun times for granted, but looking back, they were some of our very best times. Arriving after a long drive to a fabulous dinner of chuck roast, black-eyed peas, squash, and corn bread is not something to be...
I'm often asked: "How do you make things grow?" I haven't always. Many plants have died while I learned what I know about gardening. I have a front and backyard that are full of lush plants now, but that only happened after many failed attempts. Don't be afraid to experiment. Rooting plants...
We were a bit ho-hum about Hurricane Isaac, but after three days of wind and rain, no power, and overall misery, I give him due respect. He did a lot of damage. There is nothing more depressing and frustrating than a hot, humid house and not being able to leave it! I will never take air...
I thnk light orbs are fascinating. The fact that they're so illusive, all around one moment and nowhere to be found the next, makes them all the more curious. In looking back at old photos, I see orbs that I never noticed when I took the pictures because I simply wasn't aware of them. They have...
This is the fourth of a series of five articles I am writing about my work with people with AIDS during the late 1980s. Jeremiah was my fourth assignment. He became a dear friend, who was kind and funny and protective in an odd kind of way.
This is the story of Frankie, the third man I was assigned to during my volunteer work with people with AIDS during the late 1980s. Frankie was what I would call a beautiul man, with coal black hair and dark brown eyes and what is usually called a patrician nose.
This is the story of Sunday, July 29th, 2012. It's about my trip to the park, the man in the tree there, and the stunning black swans. Come take a walk with me!
Somewhere deep in my subconscious, there is a memory of my mother telling me about a church of sorts that she attended. Some thought it was a cult. She said her parents called it a secret society. It was in the 1920s when all this took place. The chuch was led by an African-American woman named...
Bad things happened during and after Hurricane Katrina. Desperate people did desperate things. However, the thing I want to remember is that people did heroic things. People put others first and did without so that others might have. There were angels everywhere in New Orleans after that...
I believed that nothing could compare to the mountains in Denver, especially Estes Park. In 2007, Joe and I took at trip to the Canadian Rockies. They are Denver times ten. Not only the mountains but Lake Louise, the wildlife, the birds, all of it made for a marvelous and awe-inspiring trip.
These are my reflections at the age of 66. It seems that suddenly I'm old: not ancient, but old. And it's okay. There is definitely good to be found with age, at least from my perspective.
When life closes in, when the day comes that getting out of bed is just a chore, I ask for a sign, for a message that I am noticed and loved. Sometimes the messengers are not who or what we expect, but the message is loud and clear.
My father-in-law was a repository of wisdom, gained through years of experience and discernment. One of his firm convictions was that there are two products that will cure anything.
This is the tale of a night I encountered a glowing red orb of light. I was so excited my hands were shaking, but it wasn't quite what I believed it to be.
Ritche was the second man I was assigned to during the time I worked as a volunteer providing support to people with AIDS. Blaine, the first man I worked with was a gentle soul and had made peace with the world and with his dying. Ritchie was another matter entirely.
In the late '80s, I volunteered as a "buddy" to five different men who had full-blown AIDS. Other than a short poem, I never wrote about them because there was too much emotion attached to even consider it. When I began writing on Hub Pages, I decided to try. I would like to think that writing...
My husband began hunting at the deer camp in Strong, Arkansas when he was 8 or 9 years old and still hunts there for at least a month every fall. We make periodic trips to the camp, riding our four-wheelers, fishing, taking walks, battling the snakes and just having fun. It's become a part of our...
Two years ago, Joe and I had two experiences which left us believing that we might have had a ghostly visitor. After the second "happening," all has been quiet for almost two years now. It's a bit of a relief, yet a bit disappointing. The experience gave us a lot to think about and try to figure...
One morning, sitting in my den and watching a crisp breeze blow through the wisteria outside, I began to think of all the things in my life that I am grateful for. The list goes on and on and on, but I wrote the most important things down in this hub. This is for me to share and encourage others...
We were in Florida for a few days this past weekend. During the trip, we visited Alligator Point. While there, we saw a wooden bridge that was built over the wetlands. The fact that we couldn't see where it led from our side was the inspiration for this. I have talked about the things that have...
Last summer, my husband and I were riding our four-wheelers through the woods in Arkansas when he hit a tiny fawn that was lying in the trail. In the span of just a few hours, our hearts were captured by the gorgeous little character and it was very, very hard to say good-bye.
This article is based on a dream I had about a gathering of spiritual leaders at Stonehenge. In the dream, I was a magician of sorts, who helped organize the gathering. It is about a grand experiment, although we don't know the outcome.
This is the story of a pretty much mundane trip to Arkansas that turned into quite an adventure. For one day, I was a hero (not a heroine; the word doesn't resonate) in at least my own eyes and those of one other person. It was a mystical day of karma or kindness or maybe just love. It was the...
This is the story of how time ended for some of the people I have loved. It is meant to make (me) and all of us realize what a precious gift time is and that it can end abrubtly when the things that we have planned to do are not done if we put them off too long. The clock is always ticking.
In the 1970s, I was robbed at gunpoint while working at a convenience store my husband and I owned. It is hard to describe the terror of coming out of the walk-in cooler to wait on a customer and seeing a man standing there with a large gun in his hand and a stocking over his face, saying: Give...
Our trip along the Maine Coast was full of adventures. It ended at Campobello Island in New Brunswick, Canada, with a tour of the home of Franklin Roosevelt and a film about his life.
Throughout my life, I've received signs from someone or something, a watching presence that is somehow aware of what happens with me and when I need help. Some will say they are mere conincidences. I chose to continue to live a mystical life and believe that "this" is not all there is; it is only...
From the time I was a small child, I experienced bouts of depression, or "the plague," as I always thought of it. When I was a child, those dark days were worse than any boogey-man.
While at our camp one winter three years ago, my husband and I had what I consider a divine visitor. The event helped me make decisions that I needed to make and couldn't up until that point. A squirrel, you say? Yes, a fat white-faced squirrel with a message.
We moved to New Orleans 40 years ago. It is filled with friendly, fun-loving, mostly religious people. Although they work very hard when they work, the people here love to play and that is what they do best: From backyard crawfish boils to Mardi Gras day, it's a party.
Discovery depositions may be intimidating if you don't know what to expect. This article contains suggestions about how to proceed in a depo after having been sworn and realizing that it is a non-threatening atmosphere most of the time.
Feral cats make wonderful outdoor pets. This is the story of Frankie, who's lived in my backyard for many years. She has an irritable disposition and still spits at the ones who feed her, but we love our wild girl who rode out Hurricane Katrina and survived raccoons, dogs, and other cats invading...
While visting our cabin in rural Arkansas, I decided to snap a photo during a nighttime walk and discovered orbs of light in my viewing screen. I'm facinated with orb photography, with both the white and green orbs I captured with two different digital camera. This is the story of the walks I...