The last of the leaves have fallen from the trees and covered the ground in colors of orange, yellow, red and green. Some remain to blanket the base of trees. Others are gathered by children and will spend their new lives warm indoors as works of art.
The last of the pinecones have dropped to the ground one by one. They may be transformed into decorations that will last for years to come in a cozy home, and perhaps be passed down through the generations, having a home forever.
As I consider the leaves and pinecones, I imagine a December where falling pinecones transform into food to feed the hungry, and leaves into fabric to clothe those in need.
I think of the song, Pennies from Heaven, and pray that from heaven may fall help, provision, mercy, and blessings upon all.
Veronica Jorge
See you next time on January 22nd!
Books Reviewed by Veronica
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Manager, educator, and former high school social studies teacher, Veronica credits her love of history to the potpourri of cultures that make up her own life and to her upbringing in diverse Brooklyn, NY. Her genres of choice are historical fiction, where she always makes new discoveries, and children’s picture books, because there are so many wonderful worlds yet to be imagined and visited. She currently resides in Macungie, PA., but she’s still a Brooklyn girl at heart.
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The exhibit and the book inspired me to dream bigger, reach higher, and dig deeper within myself to find the kaleidoscope of colors and illuminating power that can help to light up my world.
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Have you ever wondered why seashells blanket the seashore? Is it the sea that spews some of them out and they wash up on the shore? Or is it the shells themselves that escape and prefer to make their new home in the sand; choosing warm and dry or cool and moist?
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Anniversaries are festive occasions marking milestones and accomplishments. We recount experiences and memories; some sad, but hopefully mostly joyful. We celebrate the depth and richness of our shared lives.
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Every once in a while I daydream about what it would be like to meet some famous individual from the past. And if I did meet them, what would I say? Once we’d get past the introductions, nice to meet you; how’s the weather?, and other such polite niceties, what would I ask them or talk about? Maybe I’d freeze and my mind would go blank transforming me into a banal idiot.
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