by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 30, 2014 | Diane's Posts
This week I have been watching clouds build tall, with their gray bellies, offering the promise of rain, then, blow right past us. We watch as another cloud builds thinking it too will pass us by. But, across the pond there are drops of rain, still invisible to the...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 14, 2014 | Uncategorized
Problems arise before my feet hit the floor, as the cold rain of fall is heard tapping on the metal roof. Hanging up the phone, I kick off the warm cocoon of covers, and then stare at a cobweb in the corner. Overnight, someone’s world has changed completely and...
by Diane W. Bailey | Sep 29, 2014 | Diane's Posts
Fall is the season for cobwebs and outside the window of my den is one for the records. A mama spider and her pod of babies hang by the thinnest of threads. She catches flies and eats them as she waits for the pods to break open. From my window I watch her spin her...
by Diane W. Bailey | Sep 15, 2014 | Diane's Posts
A Polish political prisoner was held in a Russian prison for fifty years and though this is a horribly long time, it is not what offended me most. I was more offended that most of his time was spent in solitary confinement. Most of his interactions with another human...
by Diane W. Bailey | Jun 22, 2014 | Uncategorized
Sometimes impressions from God enter into my quiet time. Sometimes, His words baffle then wander from my mind; so, I write it down, safe in spiral bound pages. I wait knowing a day will come when understanding and clarity are like that of a midsummer sky and I...