by Diane W. Bailey | Jun 28, 2012 | Diane's Posts
“So, did you faint the first time you saw a body cut into?” I asked my surgeon friend. “Almost”, he replied. “The nurses gave me a stool to sit on until I could pull myself together. It was a hysterectomy, and I was in pre-med.” “Now I can cut without a problem...
by Diane W. Bailey | Jun 19, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Before Eve, it was God and Adam, walking in the garden together, naming the animals together, and receiving instructions, God to man. God’s instructions to Adam were to “cultivate and keep the garden”. It was Adam’s responsibility under the...
by Diane W. Bailey | May 23, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Finally, I can sit down in the old white wicker chair and enjoy the work of my hands. Cut grass surrenders is sweet fragrance causing me to inhale and relax. The wind blows the pungent aroma of freshly dug earth and newly planted lavender across the porch. The...
by Diane W. Bailey | May 3, 2012 | Uncategorized
Deep in the thicket, of the water’s edge, she makes her bedding of pressed grass and feathers of down. Soft as baby’s breath, and warm as the summer soon to come, is her nest. Gently dropping the swelling from her belly she touches each one, then nestles down on...
by Diane W. Bailey | Apr 30, 2012 | Uncategorized
Insane is the only way to describe the week. A grappling hook of life has grabbed me by the collar and dragged me across the past week. Running through life at break-neck speed, to arrive at a hotel and slow down before taking off again. Sitting stoically trying to...