If I were blind but could hear, I would want the world described to me by someone I love — through music. Someone who adores me back. Someone who “gets” me. That is how I’d want the world interpreted if I had no sight.
How does one describe the sun’s brilliant tentacles as they pierce the foliage of a Read the full story…
Silhouettes on a sidewalk spelled L-O-V-E that glorious Adirondacks day, reminding me of the words of Saint Francis of Assisi, founder of the Franciscan order (1181-1226), who said, “Preach the gospel at all times. If necessary, use words.”
If necessary… use words. I love that.
The roasting Myrtle-Beach-like humidity made me opt for a skort as I readied for Pilates. Passing the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I would normally notice the blinding paleness of my sun-starved legs. But today my eyes immediately scanned the exposed burn scar on my right leg — and my eyes welled-up. Read the full story…
Growing up Racette was, well… magical on many levels. There were boundaries and consequences, yes, but all sprinkled with a dash of, “I dare you!” As part of my blogging experience, I’ve promised to occasionally share “Growing up Racette” moments with the hopes of sowing dream seeds into your soul.
The impetus for covering my bare legs that June morning was the chilly, damp air. Traipsing to my car, I was glad to have the thin layer of nylon between me and the wetness which kept splattering onto the back of my calves. I questioned the sanity of running errands on my late lunch break on such a day. How important were they? Read the full story…
