A Career

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.

A Career

photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell

New Immigrants

Why would any of us – descendants of immigrants ourselves – want to deny others the same opportunities we and our ancestors had?

immigrants

photo of a schooner in Bellingham Bay by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Can I just hate this one person this one time?

“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…

hate

Best Friends

Real friends…

friendship

photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Note to Self…

Ahem. Note to self:

self-importance

Old Friends

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

old friends

Questions About Religion

Just curious… 🙂

religion

photo of cannon at Fort Ticonderoga by Karen Molenaar Terrell

 

A Power Available to All

There ain’t no midi-chlorians here… 🙂

no midi-chlorians

photo of Mount McKinley by Karen Molenaar Terrell

The World Needs You…

 

You are not worthless…

the world needs you

photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell

I Am My Own Flock

So then he says to her, he says, Oh yeah? Well, your flock is responsible for the Crusades, the Salem Witch Trials, and the Spanish Inquisition. And then she says, she says, Well, YOUR flock has Pol Pot and Stalin in it! And then they both accuse the other one of Hitler, and then they both alls of a sudden notice me sitting there, eating my clam, minding my own business,see? And they wanna know which flock I’m in, and I tells ’em, I tells ’em,all serious-like, I no longer feel the need to defend or explain any one else’s behavior or words, for I am my own flock. And I make sure to roll the “r” in “for”because that’s, like, really classy, right?…

he says she says

photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell