“The World is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion.”
Author Archives: Carole J. Garrison
REAWAKENING
So I wonder, amidst all this life in bloom: will I be an annual or a perennial?
As One Door Closes, Another Door Opens
Real life demands real hands-on purpose. I hope that I am transitioning from one very fulfilling job to another.
Transitioning
So I try to live my fullest every day, to ease those I know “in transition” while I can, and comfort those whom they leave behind. I celebrate their lives and cherish their memories.
Haiku
It feels like the shot is giving us a time-out rather than a cure. Something impermanent and vague.
United We Stand
When the flag once again becomes a symbol of hope and promise for all, it will really become a symbol of America.
Quiet vs. Noisy Immune Systems
The moral of this little blog: Get your vaccinations. If you can’t navigate the system, ask for help and be persistent. This is not a matter to be left to fate. Do not tempt her. Karma is a bitch and does not appreciate being in charge of your decisions. Say yes, and in the words of Yoda, “Do it!”
Per Aspera ad Astra
Through hardships to the stars.
When COVID Pushes You to the Edge and the Kindness of Strangers Brings You Back
I wore no makeup, a waste when you have to cover your face with a mask, and I was dressed in my COVID incarceration uniform—baggy sweats and a loose cotton top.
The Black Church and Me
Then a colleague of mine, who was pastor of the “quiet” Black church downtown, invited me to attend a service. He said it was quiet because it wasn’t a Holy Roller church; however, it was anything but quiet by UU standards—or even Jewish norms. The choir was magnificent . . . as were the hats the ladies wore.
