When I’m outside, amongst trees and birds, or standing on a beach looking towards the sea, I feel connected to something beyond myself. It’s impossible for me to feel lonely, or depressed, or friendless, when I’m immersed in the life of creation.
Photo of 700 year-old tree in Deception Pass, Washington, by Karen Molenaar Terrell.
A career is a precious thing. And those times when I’ve been inspired to go beyond the duties, responsibilities, and orders – those times when I’ve been more concerned about doing the right thing than “meeting expectations” – those are the times when I most honored the gift of my career, and claimed ownership of it.
photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell
Why would any of us – descendants of immigrants ourselves – want to deny others the same opportunities we and our ancestors had?
photo of a schooner in Bellingham Bay by Karen Molenaar Terrell
“Can I just hate this one person this one time?” I asked Myself. “He’s killed without remorse. Been cruel beyond imagining. Surely he deserves to be hated?”
“Will it help you to hate? Will it help anyone to hate?” Myself asked me in return…
Real friends…
photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell
Ahem. Note to self:
She had lived all her life in Silverstream and her neighbors were people who had known her from childhood, and therefore had a preconceived idea of her, so engrained, that they never saw her at all, any more than they saw the sponge which accompanied them daily into their baths.
– D.E. Stevenson
Just curious… 🙂
photo of cannon at Fort Ticonderoga by Karen Molenaar Terrell
There ain’t no midi-chlorians here… 🙂
photo of Mount McKinley by Karen Molenaar Terrell
You are not worthless…
photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell
Adventures of the Madcap Christian Scientist 