(Photo courtesy of Game Day Sports Blog)

Little known fact about your Southern Sea Muse: She grew up on the Shiny shores of Lake Michigan, her very first sea from birth.

Shoveling snow notwithstanding, her heart-roots run deep in Chicago tradition…including her Daddy holding her in his arms during the seventh inning for Harry Caray’s beloved rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.”


His spirit is with us, no doubt…God rest his soul.

So, WordPress…something shiny that caught my eye? My Chicago Cubs breaking the Big Curse within my lifetime!



We can do this!! (Photo courtesy of the Chicago Tribune)

Thank You, God, for traditions and miracles, big and small.

And thanks for reminding us to never to say never.


…for Godot, comes to mind, the play by Beckett.

So Vladimir and Estragon wait and ponder life and that for which they wait…not unlike us.

An entire play based on the journey instead of the end-result…how pertinent!

It encompasses everything from philosophy to the practical, to what to do when things change in the face of growing old together when you wait…and wait…and still never find that holy grail of realization.

Can you grow old with another without finding the satisfaction of the goals you seek? Can you stick with it without squirming too much, without bailing, roaming or wandering off when nature calls, like in the play?

Few of us can…

…but all of us can hope and dream ~ as well we should.

For Waiting is what it’s all about.

Because once you arrive, it’s time to get out of the pool.

And that’s no fun!

Home is definitely where my heart is…and Local is my focal:

Polo At the Point Classic 2016


Famous Southern writers get famous here…

Special Needs Softball – Run, Forrest, run!

The destination IS the journey!

Spectabulous sunsets at the pier…applause is the custom

Rose garden by the bay

Church while you kayak!

A place like no other…

Thank You, God, for the special places You give us to live, to visit and to enjoy. Thank You for our differences and all manner of various cultures and customs. And thank You for being in each and every one of them!

How ironic that the Weekly Photo Challenge for H2O came about as Hurricane Matthew was barreling up the Southeast Coast of the United States.

Please join me in offering up thoughts and prayers for our friends affected by this powerful storm.

Better yet, choose a way to Help those who did not ask for this much H2O!

Our bloggy buddy Mr. 3D , very close to Matthew’s ground zero, was keeping us abreast of the events until they presumably lost power…but I bet he will have some great photos of the H2O in his neck of the woods soon.

I really wish I could have photographed Matthew; I have enjoyed capturing storms in the past and was actually slated to have been there until Matthew, Southwest Airlines and God (not necessarily in that order) grounded me in no uncertain terms.


Instead, I offer some of my shots of Hurricanes Katrina and Ivan’s handiwork, two disasters I’ll never forget but which I am glad I rode out, mainly for the sake of being able to be present to offer aid and assistance to its victims in the aftermath:

Please, God, grant the people in the path of today’s storm mercy and faith; help ensure their every need is met and may they be blessed with resilience and peace.

God, I am humbled in Your having stopped the path of other storms as a result of this storm.

Father, Your impeccable timing has not escaped us and we thank You for Your perfect will and for guiding our hearts and lives.

As i compose this post in the sympathetic winds and Sandy Breezes of Hurricane Matthew from the next coast over, we thank You for delivery, forgiveness and purity as You purge clean and wash all things anew in the wake of destruction and darkness.

Thank You, God, for making good out of bad, wisdom out of tears, clean out of dirty and safety out of peril.

Please bless our friends in Matthew’s path and may they rise stronger out of this H2O.


img_7099Boy, did i ever!!

Realized a LOT today…

*things i knew but didn’t want to admit/face

*things i didn’t know but sort of kind of really did

*things i thought i’d never need to know or do and wound up having to know/do

*things i DON’T want to know but i should anyway

Last week i shot this sunrise and it had me fooled into thinking my life was controlled by One thing; this week i know it’s controlled by God. (That’s Him spiritually barreling down the street, on His way to consume me)…

Wasn’t it God all along?

Thank You, God, for clarity and perspective.


Nostalgia for me brings up images of oddball things in my memory clanking around…the Lone Ranger plate they used to serve burgers on that I saved when the A&W closed and liquidated…my grandmother’s china she painted by hand…photos of me exploring the ruins of heyday motels flanking the Salton Sea (anybody? Remember those??!).

But for this challenge, I had to settle on the old family Bible. Someone, somewhere along the line, recorded everyone’s births and deaths dating from the 1700s. They had beautiful handwriting, too.

I couldn’t help but notice in the opening pages of the Bible, sketches of Bible stories/characters and one of David and Jonathan, the same names as two of my children, chosen the last decade without having consulted this stowaway Bible.

There was also a record of handwritten births, along with some old family photos including one of my dear Cousin when she was a child in Beirut, Lebanon, where my uncle was an international marketing executive.

But best of all, my mother had stuffed a picture in there of her sister and herself on their last visit together before her little sister (left), my aunt, died shortly thereafter…sisters cutting up, my family being family, through the centuries and decades and days, until today when this photo challenge prompted me to discover a bit of nostalgia in my own living room.

Thank you, WordPress!


Without a QUEST to pursue, life would lack meaning.

A good quest – at all times and through all stages of life – keeps us fresh, motivated, growing and static. Without a quest, we grow stagnant and neurotic.

I notice that the word QUEST is the root of the word QUESTION – and to question is to pursue greater understanding.

And sometimes that means having a humbling wipeout before we can master our quest…but having faith throughout the quest itself that we CAN achieve!

Happy questing!


Hey, God….thank You for providing us with new quests every day and in every stage of our lives, from the time we learn to walk, through relationships and education, through our passions and work and goals, and on through our twilight years and beyond.