Over the days leading into Thanksgiving, I watched the changing of colors from the bright autumnal golds and reds to the muted monochromatic of beige and browns. Beauty is less obvious in the fading, but it's there in subtlety. While the bold oranges of Halloween get our attention, the muted colors of waning flowers and … Continue reading Subtleties of the Season: Leaning into Hope
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Rites of Passage: Divorce
Last night I resumed my binge watching the series Nashville on Netflix. I'd enjoyed that show when it first came out in 2012 until it ended in 2018. I liked the drama around musicians and was familiar with the city of Nashville, where my younger son went to college. Now, I can slip into a … Continue reading Rites of Passage: Divorce
Solo Journeys: Wide Open Spaces
When I rode my bike last weekend at Ft Caswell, I was transported back to my second Solo Journey. That year I turned fifty and gave myself a trip--alone, for my birthday present. I'd remembered how freeing that first unexpected serendipitous trip to Sedona had been when I was forty-six: no carpooling teenage sons, no … Continue reading Solo Journeys: Wide Open Spaces
Artist’s Retreat: Ft. Caswell
Today I returned from my writing retreat at the Ft. Caswell Coastal Retreat and Conference Center in Oak Island, North Carolina. I appreciated that even though I'm not of the Baptist denomination, the facility is open to folks, like me, who are not. What a gorgeous setting on the 250 acres that was part of … Continue reading Artist’s Retreat: Ft. Caswell
Keeping Our Dreams Alive
Last Saturday, I attended a birthday lunch for my brother-in-law, Winslow who was celebrating his 75th. Reference was made to it being his "3/4th of a Century Birthday."; that really put it all in perspective. I'm about four years behind him and have had many conversations with my peers about life passing by so quickly. … Continue reading Keeping Our Dreams Alive
When the Morning Glories Bloom
Late last spring, I planted two seed packets of Heavenly Blue Morning Glories. Years ago when I first saw that vine with trumpet-shaped blooms spilling over a mailbox. I stopped in my tracks, startled with an "Oh my!" at their azure-blue unlike any other flower. Soon after that, I found myself in the garden aisle … Continue reading When the Morning Glories Bloom
Livin’ the Dream: Phases
This week I enjoyed a late morning walk on the paved path around Hunter Street Park. The weather was perfect and the leaves were hinting at fall with branches displaying some orange-gold color. The nice thing about retirement is that I don't have to walk in the early morning darkness like I did all those … Continue reading Livin’ the Dream: Phases
Sheltering Trees
It's finally feeling like fall in central North Carolina. The temperatures are going to dip down to the upper 40s tonight. I love jacket weather and feel energized by a chill in the air--compared to the lingering heat and humidity that has been so oppressive. In a few weeks, I'll be heading to the mountains … Continue reading Sheltering Trees
Follow Your Intuition: Florida Bound
This week, I'm remembering a trip I took three years ago that could be seen by some as reckless, and by others, brave. Aldo, a guy I met at a retreat at The Abbey in Iona, Scotland in 2017 was coming from the Netherlands to be a men's retreat leader in Sanford, Florida. We'd hit … Continue reading Follow Your Intuition: Florida Bound
Remembering The Rawleigh Lady
Recently my son asked me about a tin of salve that his Grandmother Rosser once used. He remembered the distinct blue colors and lettering and had noticed the same kind of container on a display in an antique mall. "Yes, that was the miracle drug Medicated Ointment that she'd once sold as a Rawleigh products … Continue reading Remembering The Rawleigh Lady
Connie Rosser Riddle 