How It All Began – Where Stories Get Their Start

December 25, 2012 By Leave a Comment
Virginia and G-co

It's Christmas morning and I can look out my study window to see a sugar coating of snow accenting tree limbs, frosting up the evergreens; prettying up the world. Last night, I promised myself that I wasn't going to be online today but, early morning habits pulled me out of bed around 5AM and there was time enough to log on and take care of a few things. Like this post. Some of you reading this are brand new to Healing Rescue Dogs having found your way over here from Amazon because you've … [Read more...]

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Loss: Words Without End

December 21, 2012 By Leave a Comment
"Cloudy sky over Canandaigua Lake"

Prayer of St. Francis Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and … [Read more...]

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Evergreen Thoughts On A Grey Morning

December 11, 2012 By 1 Comment
"Adirondack lake on a cloudy day"

It's a grey morning with a light rainfall. A morning that can be softened with lit candles, hot cereal; the patter of rain on the roof or fingers tapping on a keyboard. Only one of these is technology. The rest are evergreen: stretching so far back into the mists of time that we can't say when they first came into use.   [gplus count="true" size="Medium" ]     … [Read more...]

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A Blue Barn

November 24, 2012 By 2 Comments
"Open doorway to a blue barn partially filled with hay bales"

Once upon a time there was a blue barn, that sat back from the road all by itself on the edge of a rolling hillside. At first glance, it was a pretty nondescript, practical, aluminum-sided barn partially filled with hay bales. When I pulled off of the main road onto the side road that this barn faced, to take a closer look, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary that drew  my eye. There was no one to ask me why I'd stopped, what I was planning to do. To tell you the truth, I wasn't really … [Read more...]

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Witness to Summer’s End

October 29, 2012 By 3 Comments
"Cloudy day on the lake"

Summer's gone. It was her time to slowly retreat, leaving the rolling hills to change their clothes; a very public display as if, like a brazen, confident lover, she says, "Look at me."     … [Read more...]

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