Easter Reflections. In my youth, in the 1950’s, polished patent leather white shoes, lace ankle socks and the ever important finding the right Easter bonnet. Coming home after church the the aromas of baked ham, scallop potatoes, coconut cake. Easter baskets overflowing. In my teens, meeting friends late afternoons, to trade chocolates and gossip. In college, sunrise services at the ocean’s edge, wrapped in blankets, on hard cold rocks. Married with children, keeping traditions. Making new ones. Coloring eggs. The quiet after a long day. The first blooms. In the stillness of today, I remember above all, miracles. And, in my own life, Faith, Hope and Love, and when it all began. For my friends celebrating today…Hope in miracles. plb
Thoughts. A heart in the sky. Thank you to the millions who rallied on No Kings Saturday, for those who could not attend. I watched with such humility and awe as I saw the many images posted. A heart in the sky. We are living in chaos created by a government who does not care about truth or democracy, by their own actions and words, and it makes us weary. But. I see you post flowers, and wisdom, and joy, and children, and successes, and art…. And THAT overwhelms my heart with Bliss. Thank you. A heart in the sky. To those facing personal obstacles or hardship, there are times I simply look into the clouds and hope you know you are loved. A small thing. Finding a heart in the sky. But, oh my, what thoughts it brings. With love, plb.
International Women’s Day. To all women who celebrate themselves and other women, without hesitation. Who use their voice to comfort. Who use their last strength to comfort. For all women cut on glass ceiling shatters. For all women who wake each day weary, yet rise to heal. To teach. To reach further. Here’s to dreams. To goals. And to all the little girls wanting only to eat ice cream in peace, on a summer’s day. I Celebrate YOU. plb #internationalwomensday
Thoughts and a statement. See the small lighter spot, at the top right side of the photo? The other day, when the weather matched the news, I sat staring at that Lighter spot. Not fully bright. A hint. A reminder. My laundry list of Hope, gets first, pushed aside by anger, sadness, fear, defeat, chaotic brain cells. Exhaustion. I kept looking at that patch of the lighter shade of pale. No, I didn’t come up with answers. Yes, I did what I could with my small voice. The light never got lighter. But behind it, behind it, I believe I saw Hope. Keep doing whatever you are doing, to be Light. That’s all I’ve got. Take care. plb #hope
Fractured Morning Light. No filters. Just the winter sun artistically throwing wall art. Fractured. What a word. Light. What a thought. A storm is approaching. Nature reflecting the times? I watched until the sun shifted, and the shadows faded. It was… magical. plb #light #art #home
We are having snow squalls. Birds are still moving towards the feeders. I have a list of to do’s. Instead, I’m under blankets, drinking tea, and reading quotes from Martin Luther King. I’m consciously deciding on Gentleness. Revisiting Positivity. Looking forward. My “movement” is running thoughts towards Hope. There has to remain Light. There has to remain Love. I find the Calm. Renew Strength. Resolve. In my tiny corner, under a soft blanket, with the red cardinal perched in the blue feeder, I, in all this chaos, still choose to Believe. May your day be gentle. Hopeful. Loving. plb #hope #martinlutherkingday #martinlutherkingjr #love #prayer
Happy New Year. We opened our back door and asked the negativity, sadness, harm, indecision, of 2025, to leave our home. Then, my husband, threw open the front door, and opened his arms saying, “Welcome to our home, 2026! Welcome Peace. Welcome goodness.” I then exclaimed, “Welcome Prosperity, Welcome all we love. Welcome Protection. Welcome 2026.” It was our prayerful celebration. It was the best moment, ever. Love to all. Prosperity, happiness, peace, protection to all your homes. To your lives. plb #newyear #blessing #home #love
Take time. If not now, when? @vintagecoffeehousepa , meet a friend. Or sit in your own Grace of quiet, and watch the movement of the people. I met the wonderful @whitneyannjenkins for a soft and gentle time, filled with reflection, revelation, laughter and sighs. The time spent together blended beautifully with the Chai Tea Latte and gluten free blueberry muffin. My friends. This year, how will you Take Time? How will you hold it, in your hands? Who will you share it with? Or will you gently sit with its passing, warmed by a hot beverage, in a place, where few know your name? plb #vintagecoffeehousepa #chaitea #friends #home #blessed
Sight and Sounds of Joy. Here is my question. In your moments of Life, what triggers Joy? The spontaneous smile. Gentle sigh. The leaping of the heart. Here are some of mine. Italian sauce simmering. Fresh laundry hung to dry. Spring rain. A child’s laughter. Sunlight suddenly casting shadows on my wall. A new blossom. The face of someone I love. Baking cookies. The first snow. Someone burning logs. A polished floor. An unprompted message of love. The first song bird of morning. The taste of the first cold watermelon. Tell me. What makes you smile? plb #thoughts #bliss #nature #joy #life #love #home #memories
Give yourself ten minutes. For months, we prepare for the holidays. Large or small, we weave traditions and specialties to our tables. Our homes. Anticipate. Stress. Grieve.
And then…
It’s over.
Empty. Quiet. Bare.
For some it is a “thank God it’s over”. Others, loneliness sets in. Maybe a moment of panic. “What now?”
This year, as the quiet settled around me, I began reiterating moments of Joy. Laughter. Embraces. Little moments. The smile unexpectedly given. The phone call. The message. The. Love.
These will not be put away, for another year. No. These are on what the new year will be built. The foundations. May you give yourself ten minutes to find your building blocks of joy, happiness, smiles and love. plb #holidays #home #nature #blessings #thoughts #dreams
From our home to yours. Wishing you blessings this holiday, peace in your heart, and hope for the new year. In the time, that is not mine, simply borrowed, here on Earth, I choose Hope. Love. You. plb
Forty Years of loving this guy. Yesterday we celebrated our anniversary, with some of our extended family, at our favorite Italian Restaurant, in LA. It was magical. Wonderful. Perfect. Reflective. Loving. And delicious food! Our daughter told the staff, and they surprised us with a candle topped gelato! Here’s to many more happy years together, my love.
