A Life lived in the Desert SouthWest
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on February 3, 2021 at 2:15 AM||comments (0)|
Waving goodbye to 2020 has not been any different for me than leaving previous years. Except in one respect. I entered and left 2020 with Bob. Although I know the Lord never leaves me nor forsakes me, I am ever thankful for having Bob with me, here and now, on earth.
I've gathered up the many blessings bestowed on me, knocked the dust of the past from my shoes and I bare headlong...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on December 4, 2020 at 10:00 AM||comments (0)|
There are those days when a person can do nothing right. When the best thing to do is nothing at all, then it does not have to be redone later. Not a bad attitude, mind you, merely a realization of all my years of experiece of fighting those days like a horse kicking a stall. For what purpose? To prove I can overcome all odds? ( insert laughter here )
No, 'tis better to get a book and read. Take a walk. Take a nap. Grab paper and pencil and...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on September 29, 2020 at 8:00 PM||comments (0)|
I can’t remember not believing in Christ.
In other words, I believed so long ago, the belief was embedded in me and gradually guided and formed the adult person I am. I am not...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on August 27, 2020 at 8:00 PM||comments (0)|
I don’t hate. I don’t hate any person or thing. Well, I take that back. I hate shredded coconut, hate it so much that the thought of it makes me gag. Hate it in or on anything in any manner. Coconut might as well be a giant hairball in my mouth. That is pretty funny, but, really, to hate anything requires a measure of ungracefulness.
I do, however, get concerned ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on July 24, 2020 at 11:10 PM||comments (0)|
In 2006 a friend brought me a shoe box overflowing with letters. They were letters home from a much admired Uncle she did not remember getting to meet. Her family said she had met Rick, but she didn’t remember because he was sent to war when she was still a toddler and, he did not come home. She only knew him from his letters home and family stories.
It was a huge affair when a letter came f...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on April 29, 2020 at 12:15 PM||comments (0)|
It seems there is an even heavier push to blend in with the crowd than when I was growing up. To look a certain way, to have a certain body type and if you don’t, you just do not belong. To have this job, or own this house, to be popular. To be THIS is the ultimate! No! Wait! Be THIS. Do THIS. Think THIS. No, Wait! Do THIS! Think THIS or You Do Not Belong! You Must Belong, Be Labeled, Categorized, Catalogued and Filed...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on April 23, 2020 at 10:35 AM||comments (2)|
"What Are You Thinking?" he asked.
Angles of light, color, hue an depth. A shadow, thin as spider’s silk, hangs over the orange of mallow petal, barely seen, maybe only percieved, but part of the texture and tapestry before me. Entrancing to distraction.
While on a second date, desert picnic during a long, languishing Sonoran Spring, my companion, now my sweetheart, asked me, “What are you thinking?”
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|Posted by Nancy Elliott on April 15, 2020 at 11:40 AM||comments (2)|
It's the topic of discussion around the world. The sneak attack by a lethal, invisible monster who slammed our lives into the dashboard, broke and bloodied our noses, erased our warm fuzzy feelings of safety and security and kills indiscriminately. This thing which has forced us to take cover, spend time alone, a lot of time alone, and discover what matters most in life. This "beast" which has forced us to look at our selves and our lives a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on April 8, 2020 at 12:15 PM||comments (2)|
The Voice in the Desert
Searching through the desert, there is something I must findRead Full Post »
|Posted by Nancy Elliott on February 23, 2019 at 8:50 PM||comments (0)|
February 23, 2019
Has it really been September since I last made an entry?
There is so much to catch up on.
Tall Tree kept me very busy for the last few months and I am not sure things have slowed down much at all yet. The mailing out to DJR...Read Full Post »