Phyllis' Blog

Moments and experiences come and go so quickly, and often we fail to see them for their value in our lives. We don’t take time to ponder them and take a second look at them. I believe to find the wonder in the world, we should be taking a second look at simple things. That’s what I like to blog about – those plain, every-day, nondescript moments that can delight us if we but look.

TO EVERYTHING, THERE IS A SEASON . . .

In my last blog, I wrote about September and the anticipation of autumn it brings. Today, I write about what comes with October—not just any October, but this October. You see, I’ve been waiting on this particular October for many months now. This October brings the reward for several years of diligent, passionate, hard work.…

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ANOTHER TRIP AROUND THE SUN

It’s the last day of September. Can it be? I haven’t even bought the Tootsie Rolls for Halloween, and Christmas decorations are on store shelves. But I LOVE September –it just whispers autumn. The shadows from the setting sun are cast a bit earlier, the mornings are slightly cooler, and the angle of the sun coming…

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Perspective

SEPTEMBER PERSPECTIVE Can it really be September? I mean, really? July and the Dog Days of August are history, but it seems no one told my thermometer or the meteorologists yet. Those sultry days of August were called Dog Days because of the ancient belief that Sirius, the brightest star in the Large Dog constellation,…

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Windows and Nosegays

Windows are wonderful contraptions, protecting us from annoying insects and uncomfortable temperatures, and yet allowing us a bit of an opening to something beyond our own self-made environments. When I say “the windows in our living room,” I don’t mean living room like your mother meant it—you know the one—that beautiful parlor with damask-dressed windows,…

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Written Words Have Always Fascinated Me

Written words have always fascinated me. I’ve been putting marks on paper since I first picked up that wooden pencil I could hardly get my fingers around, held it so tight, and worked so hard to craft the letters perfectly, always keeping them on the dotted lines of my writing tablet. Not quite old enough…

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Doors and Book Covers

For those of you who’ve been reading along with me, you know I wrote about labels a couple of weeks ago. I was labeled the petite, puny girl with asthma who couldn’t run or throw a ball, but I wasn’t lonely or bored. I found the piano, and I discovered I could travel to magical…

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