The Chronicles of Marilyn's Neighborhood

It is a strange neighborhood indeed, the place where Lady Marilyn, our leader and mentor, lives. Not like ours at all. The desert here is void of children. Though I must admit it is a land of wonder--very quiet, which brings peace, of course. Here I shall stay for the next two days for there is work to be done.

Basil Bear Learns to Tell Time and Goes to School was given birth by our beloved leader and mentor, Marilyn J. Woody. Yes, it is important we mention her full name. The time for writing has returned to Palm Desert. Which again reminds me, the palms sway to their own song here. Oh and yes, the crystal blue stream runs by her castle with a man-made lake, or swimming pool if you must, just to the right of it. Serenity!

Today I was introduced to Talking to God: A Child's Guide to Prayer. Shamefull really, for I did not know the author was my friend. It would do me well to read friend's books. Oh, the shame. Not to worry, it shall be added to the list. Talking to God, of course, is quite easy to do here. Ducks fly overhead and adds to neighborhood charm. Unfortunately the geese did not appear today.

As we work on an unfinished manuscript, left behind by our dear friend Arleta Richardson, who has gone to be with our Lord we hope to breathe life into Marilyn's High chair devotions: Introduce your toddler to the Bible series. The work is endless but most enjoyable in a place where fountains whisper and breezes cool the the biting heat.


When one journeys on these neighborhood paths, one must be careful so as not to hit the golf carts that travel along the winding lanes. Sharing the road is crucial. Losing one's way is always a possibility here where grassy parks surround the rows of empty houses--population is low around this time of year which adds to the stillness of life. There is a small waterfall cascading just outside the open window of my bedroom. Gentle breezes escape through the lace curtains. I close my eyes . . .