• Random

    Adjusted Attitude

    It was a conversation in the middle of the night…mostly one-sided. For some reason, I dredged up something awful that had happened to Mom a few years ago. She was ripped off – stolen from, in fact. As I tossed and turned, I played it over and over in my head. I started to become angry. Then, I began to…

  • Journeys,  Random

    Down to a Science

    Dallas has been – oh, so good to me! I’m so blessed and grateful for friends, memories and almost 4 years here. In just a little over a week, my peaceful, beautiful apartment will be upside-down with moving boxes. I’m trying to ignore it. I enjoy the aesthetic beauty of my surroundings. No doubt about it. In a few, short…

  • Journeys,  Poetry

    Inception

    Goodbye, adieu, au revoir… I don’t want to say them. Friends are so very dear. The reality of moving forward is sinking in. Tears fall and expectations grow. Anticipation for what is next, And yet, part of me is saddened for the previous chapter’s conclusion. Memories will be held closely. The new act has begun. I am ready. – RG…

  • Journeys

    New Monday

    Each January 1st countless of us make resolutions. We have good intentions. We make new beginnings. We promise ourselves this year will be different. 2018 is different! Today is a new beginning with a new company. So much happened in the last half of 2017 that it almost seems incredible. But, here I am now – with a new job…

  • Journeys,  Poetry

    Yours

    Finding the stride, Seeking the truth, Listening to hope, Don’t turn away. Always move toward the sun – Leaving shadows behind. I will run toward You. Arms outstretched, smiling, I am Yours. But, You knew that already, didn’t You?  -RG

  • Journeys,  Poetry

    Horizons Ahead

    There is a place in my soul; It is well-guarded. But the open road brings it out to play. I see the future, I touch the present, I leave the past behind. My days are ordered, and slip into harmony. How grateful I am for Your Direction! As the swirling chaos of this thing called “life” dances, I tip my…