Happy Birthday!

Sixty six, oh my!  The parents who welcomed me are gone to glory, the hospital long a grassy vacant lot.  But here I am, sound of mind and centered enough to hold a frightened world in my heart and thank those faithfully doing their jobs.

Trust God and do the next right thing.

Practice gratitude:

Cream for my coffee.

Husband cooking bacon on the patio.

Virtual church.

And oh, what a party this morning!

Decoration:

Guests:

Carolling cardinal.

Trilling woodpecker.

Cacophony of jays.

White wing doves with their mournful questions about continuing the species.

Brown thrashers thrashing, silently squaring off. Whether this be courtship or a matter of invaded territory, only the Shadow knows.

Love and shalom to all.

Author: Phoebe Dishman

Phoebe H. Dishman was born and raised in Beaumont, Texas. She is a wife, mother, and grandmother. An essayist and poet, she teaches adult Sunday school, compiles a monthly prayer calendar, edits the Big Thicket Association quarterly bulletin, and keeps a keen eye and ear open for birds. View all posts by Phoebe Dishman