Author: daylerogers
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Made to be Molded
A friend and I were having coffee the other day at a little shop I frequent. I’ve gotten to know quite a few workers there, and they seem to remember me. (It’s actually become one of my remote offices. I’m there enough for random customers to remember me.) It’s small, cozy and they have wonderful…
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Clouds and Countless Choices
John and I took a walk Saturday evening. The temperature had dropped a bit, a breeze was blowing gently and the sky was brilliant with the colors of the setting sun. It was an evening that made being alive–able to see beauty, smell the jasmine and hear the birds and crickets–a gift. At a time…
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Things That Go Bump In The Night–And During The Day
I’m a morning person. A fairly early morning person. It’s my one time to be alone, to think, pray, process life. No phones. No grandchildren. No expectations. There’s something calming about walking at this time of the day. It’s still dark outside. There isn’t much traffic. No ambient noise. The signature songs of different birds…
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Minnows, Tadpoles and Pond Scum
Water, when it’s being true to its nature, is clear, clean and fresh. It’s useful for drinking, washing, swimming. However, when you walk in it and it leaves a greenish-brownish residue on skin, it can no longer be considered just water. It’s pond scum. This is actually the content of most lakes and ponds in…
Tip of My Iceberg 