Mary's Heartbeats

One of life's greatest blessing is to be understood.  There is something within us that desires a relationship with others in which there is mutual understanding.  Without it, we can feel frustrated, depressed, and despair.  Being misunderstood makes us feel alone.  Sometimes, we try to manipulate our reality and others in it to bring that sense of understanding.  But manipulation never holds up.  Life is what it is . . .  I hadn't thought He came from a family that misunderstood Him.  Certainly, his mother knew who He was.  After all, she was given an angelic message of this Special Infant she would bear.  Yet, I do not think she got the whole picture or knew how this would all work out.  No doubt she often wondered about her eldest Son.  What was He really up to? The rest of the family, especially the brothers, seemed to think He was totally misguided and perhaps a bit crazy.  The miraculous works He seemed to perfor...

I love picking fresh vegetables from my garden boxes.  In the winter months, the greens and Bok Choy grow so well.  I even had kept a few summer plants like the eggplant in my box as well.  It had spread and grown over the summer, but didn't seem to produce any eggplants.  But since it still looked sustainable, I kept it and essentially forgot it, until the day I went to pick my greens. I had a overflowing basket of the most beautiful Bok Choy you have ever seen.  While I was happily snipping and cutting the leaves, I happened to spread the leaves of that endurable eggplant, and to my surprise, there were three purple specimens!  Wow, I never thought I would get any results, especially since this was not the exact time of the year for eggplant.  But of course, our weather patterns have changed so that even our vegetables can end up on a different time frame.  And to think, I almost missed the obvious, those eggplants, all growing in silence, r...

It's another one of those finicky March mornings.  Yesterday was picture perfect with early morning warm sunshine, crisp clear air, and rocky mountain peaks all framed by a royal blue sky.  On the other hand, today is a gray cloudy morning with the brilliance of Spring abruptly dimmed.  It's even a bit too cool and breezy for my morning bike ride, so I'll enjoy this "clock change" Sunday morning here on my favorite couch.  Opening the patio door, invites the sweetest aroma inside.  You are instantly drawn to find the source of what you smell.  Looking to my left, I see the beautiful vine that has climbed up one of Juniper trees, and has another trail of itself winding through a second tree.  It is like looking at a cascading fountain of brilliant blossoms.  I have found that the vine is known as a climbing jasmine.  I have no idea how it has ended up in our yard.  I can't exactly find its original site.  I use to think it was ju...