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During this Christian holy week, I came upon a thought of the importance of Jesus Christ’s entry into Jerusalem and why he rode on a donkey instead of with great fanfare and celebration. Not all who are truly important are celebrated with fanfare and glamour. Usually those who are humble and true don’t want it. Their importance is revealed in other ways. By entering as a king, Jesus challenged the authority of the Roman Empire, but in a nonviolent manner. Unlike a conquering king who might arrive on a warhorse, riding a donkey highlighted His role as a humble, peaceful king.
Did you know when you mix honey and ginger it dissolves inflammation in your joints? Did you know when you mix oatmeal and cinnamon your blood sugar is stabilized and afternoon crashes?
You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.” “Some friendships are deeper than others. You trust your soul to them.” “Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.” Aristotle
The strongest people are not the loudest. The most powerful words are often the quietest. “Patience and Silence are two powerful energies. Patience makes you mentally strong. Silence makes you emotionally strong. Patience trains the mind. Silence protects the heart.” Abdul Kalam
Aint Daisy is on vacation this month. She’ll be back by May.
I have two cats. One (Gidget) is an opportunist and the other (Jada Jane) is a thinker, loves to cuddle, and cagy. I have a room I prefer they not go in unless Tara or I are with them. There’s just too much to get into. It wasn’t time for the evening feeding, but it was sort of a snack time---well, Jada Jane thought so. I had to open the special room door too turn off the light I’d forgotten to turn off. I didn’t realize Jada Jane was hovering close. The door opened and in she ran. I knew if I put some food pellets in her bowl, she come out and to the bowl. Sure enough, she ran in, and the room door got closed quickly. I told my daughter, Tara, “Jada is calculating.” Tara laughed and said, “She’s more cat-q-lating, Mom.”
“April showers bring May flowers.” I’ve heard this for years, and as I get older I notice there is a difference in the April showers of 30 and 40 years ago. They seem to be more torrential now with darker skies and more severe lightning. But, the flowers seem to stay the same---beautiful, rich in color, and refreshing. Pansies are my favorite for a variety of reasons. They don’t seem to “collapse” as quickly as jonquils and daffodils; the color selection is just about overwhelming because I’d like to have every one; their scent is gentle and alluring; but mostly it is how they look. Every time I see one I see an angel in the middle. Most people have told me they see a face. Well, o.k., but it looks like a pug dog’s face. I didn’t see the angel until Stephen and Tara came into my life in 1999. I’ve told you they are challenged…they are in the autistic spectrum. They see the world so refreshingly different than cynical mature people. We were at a local nursery looking for flowers to put in pots. They stopped at the pansies, and there was silence. I watched as they gently bent over looking deep into each flower. They touched each “face” ever so lightly with one finger. They turned to me and whispered, “Grandma, come here and see what we found.” I approached and stood next to them. In unison they whispered pointing to the pansies, “Grandma, look what God has brought you---angels.” I choked up looking at them and could barely say, “Yes, He has; oh yes, He has.” I think we bought 24 plants so they could enjoy their angels. We buy pansies every spring---for the angels.
A Japanese legend says about crying: “Crying is just a way your eyes speak when your mouth can’t explain how broken your heart is.” I dedicate this column/newsletter and that statement in the memory of my beloved sister, Colleen, who passed away suddenly on March 27, 2026. She was unique, loving, kind, and touched many lives throughout hers. The memories I have are precious. Love, Dew
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