Tag Archives: Voice On The Porch
“Let It Snow”
“Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which … Continue reading
Friendship, A Precious Asset
“It takes an immense amount of understanding, time and trust to gain a close friendship with someone. As we approach periods in our lives filled with a sense of uncertainty, our friends are our most precious assets.” – Kay … Continue reading
Falling in Yellow
“I had a dream about you. I said green was blue and yellow, and you said green was yellow and blue. You were like that with everything I said, taking the exact opposite stance, yet completely agreeing with me. That’s … Continue reading
Book Two: Storytelling
“We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t … Continue reading
The First Snow
For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends. – Ralph Waldo Emerson Composition by: Kay Lynn Gabaldon
The Passage of Autumn
Autumn is the journey we take in preparation for introspection and gratitude, making room for what is to come. Autumn’s journey to winter allows us the opportunity to bid farewell to unfortunate experiences and people who do not belong in … Continue reading
To Stay Autumn
“The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater – a … Continue reading
Monday Morning in Naples
“You are speaking before a man to whom all Naples is known.” Moliere Featured Image: “Antonio Ultimo Lucidascarpe di Napoli” Antonio Grambone
Theatre of Light
The Light Within “Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.” Henry David Thoreau
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