Full Moon Inspiration


My favorite time of the month. The moon was so beautiful last night. I want to walk on the beach tonight.

Full moons put awe in my steps. My heart beats a little faster when I gaze up into the wonders of night sky.

I think of those seeing the same moon and wonder at times if I cross their minds.

The Old Man in the Moon.

Every time I look up at a full moon I think of my dad.

Sound of Growing Corn

© Cynthia Martz

Someday I want to
walk out to the edge of a cornfield
on a full moon night
I will sit myself down on the cool earth
Can you really hear the corn grow?
Is it growing before my very eyes?
I will look  up into the starry heavens
The corn stalks weave back and forth like a field of wheat
smooth and in sync
I can Hear
the corn growing
in the stillness of the night
in the light of the full moon
it is a beautiful sound
I will sleep awhile
to my dreams

The Dolls

I let her breathe, and she followed me wherever I found myself.The stories she could tell

My Dollie


Photograph © Cynthia Martz 2014

The Story about the Dolls

A man and a woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside.

She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000. He asked her about the contents.

“When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.”

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

“Honey,” he said “that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”

“Oh, that?” she said.  “That’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”

~Unknown Author

My mama made all her girls Raggedy Ann’s. After all the years she still looks beautiful. I never put her in plastic casing as some persons do. I let her breathe, and she followed me wherever I found myself.

The stories she could tell.

A Story About Coffee



A daughter complained to her father about
her life and how things were so hard for her.
She did not know how she was going to make it
and wanted to give up. She was tired of
fighting and struggling. It just seemed that
as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen.
He filled three pots with water and placed
each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a
boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second
he placed eggs, and then in the last one he
placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit
and boil, without saying a word.

The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently
waited, wondering what he was doing. In about
twenty minutes he walked over and turned off
the burners. He fished the carrots out and
placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out
and placed them in a bowl. Finally, he ladled
the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her he asked, “Darling, what do you see?”

“Carrots, eggs and coffee” she replied.

He brought her closer and asked her to feel the
carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.
He then asked her to take an egg and break it.
After pulling off the shell, she observed the
hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the
coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.

She humbly asked, “What does it mean, Father?”

He explained that each of them had faced the same
adversity–boiling water–but each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting.
But after being subjected to the boiling water,
it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had
protected its liquid interior. But after sitting through
the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique however. After they
were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

“Which are you?” he asked his daughter. “When
adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond?
Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?”
Carrot ~~ Egg ~~ Coffee Bean

How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard,
but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become
soft and lose your strength?

Or, are you the egg, which starts off with a
malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after
a death, a break-up, a divorce, or a layoff have
you become hardened and stiff? Your shell looks
the same, but are you bitter and tough with a
stiff spirit and heart?

Or, are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes
the hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain,
to the peak of flavor when it reaches 212 degrees
Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest,
it just tastes better.

If you are like the bean, when things are
at their worst, you get better and make things
better around you.

When people talk about you, do your praises to
the Lord increase? When the hour is darkest, and
trials are their greatest, does your worship
elevate to another level?

How do you handle adversity?

Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?