The rain is gone, the earth soaks up the moisture and life goes on. It’s grasscutting time today. After the cool drink the yard had yesterday, it will have to endure my mother and I running over it with the John Deere but that is just the way things are. I have to come to terms with the ways things are. No matter what logic and reason dictate, the way things are is just how it’s going to be from now on. I’ve heard it said ,don’t argue with a mule with blinders on and it’s true. Their narrow view prohibits them from seeing the bigger picture and they’re afraid to trust you because their eyes are telling them one thing and you’re pointing out something they can’t see so you are just wasting breath. Better to let them walk into the gully on their own, then maybe they’ll understand where they went wrong. Life is too short to waste time on things that in the long run always work out the same way. It’s Friday and I’m short and sassy and reasonably happy so smile, laugh if you can and enjoy living, it drives the whiners crazy!
The sunshine was in full force yesterday,even illuminating a bit of the dim forest but today is rainy and overcast. So, in an effort to boost your spirits, I offer this photographic gift of light. Everyday during the week , I walk carefully down and back up this road in an effort to shrink my ever widening rear and strengthen muscles long unused to this kind of effort. In the beginning, those muscles were quite vocal but they soon learned that crying like a baby wasn’t getting them anywhere so they quieted down. Used to take me an hour to make the round trip but I’ve shaved off 15 minutes since I started so I’ve had to stop and do some meditation before I return. We don’t do enough true thinking these days. I thought on my way down yesterday and had an entertaining tale thought out in my mind. If only I had been able to remember all of it but the seed remains so perhaps I can make something of it but that isn’t the thinking I refer to. I’m talking about reveries. Those thoughts that come to a mind not concentrating on anything but just taking in the sights and sounds around. As I sat on the porch in the rocking chair , watching the rays of sun hit the trees and listening to the bird song around me, I thought how peaceful and happy I was in that moment and how I wished I could stay in that moment. However reveries restore the spirit, they don’t do much for the practical and so I ended my moment and walked on. Find your moment today if you can. It is amazing what one can endure when the spirit has been refilled.
I took several pictures this morning to decide what I should write about. What would pique my interest and bring out something positive to linger on and ponder ? One simply can’t beat the artistry of God’s own hand. I’ve often remarked about how I would love to learn how to paint, to express what I see in oils and acrylics but this is artistry on a much higher scale than I could ever hope to achieve and the best thing about this “canvas” is how every day,it changes. An art gallery with walls that hold an ever changing array of art and that is the world we live in. Often I am taken with admiration over the color of a flower, small and insignificant to most but amazing to those who can take the time to appreciate the details. To some who seem mired in figures these days, stop and take a moment to see more outside your narrow field of vision. You are missing one of the best shows out there and it’s free.
I love this photograph. It shows my father and my oldest grandson Aidan, standing admiring my sisters garden. Aidan is all decked out in his Superman costume which he adored and wore often and my dad in his normal everyday attire but I see more. I see a young man in the making and the prime example he will follow. He only had 11 years to watch my dad but those were important years and he learned some very important lessons. Compassion and caring for people and animals, courtesy for the elderly as well as others, patience for my daddy never got in a hurry if he could help it and how to love.It’s Monday and the start of another week and I sit here trying to find my motivation to do this all over again and here in front of me is the lesson my father tried to instill in us all, just do what you have to do and do it right but don’t give up if you fail. My hero is gone but his memory will never fade in our hearts. Good morning all and I pray you have a wonderful week, love you !
The evening sky was quite beautiful last night. The way the sun hit the clouds made them look like a big luscious meringue sitting atop a delectable pie. Not inspirational to those who diet and watch their weight but pleasing to my eyes at least. Oh ,don’t get me wrong, I trudge up and down the hill everyday or 5 days a week in order to perhaps shed a few pounds and strengthen muscles long unused but I still love food. Eating it especially but looking at a well made dish is fun as well. The best tasting dish loses something if it isn’t pleasing to the eye as well. Yes, hungry folks will eat most anything but when one isn’t starving, most like the contents of the plate to please the eye as well as the palate. It’s a package deal, having the outside match the inside. People can be exceptionally beautiful on the outside and yet, bitter and unpleasant on the inside. They can also be like a balloon, all shiny and puffed up ,yet when one is opened up, there is nothing of substance found inside,just air. I strive to be more pleasing on the inside these days than the outside,simply because my outside isn’t as important to me but it seems to bother some so I will get up from my desk and don my walking attire and trudge down and back up that hill. I will look to the sky at the top of the hill for inspiration to make that last leg and finish my trek and so , I hope you all do. Look to the sky for inspiration.
Now who can look at that cute face and not have a smile come or a warm feeling arise in their heart? Not me, but then babies have always made me smile ,most of the time. We’ve all had those moments when we’ve opened the nursery door and shut it quickly because we couldn’t believe our eyes or had these days with a wee sick one when we doubted our sanity but ,for the most part, I have never regretted having children because look at the “dividends”! I think the moment Aidan came in to this world ,everything just got that much better and there were more. Madi is the last, no more little ones after her but I’m not greedy, I dearly cherish each and every grandchild I have. I truly didn’t understand my grandparents happiness at being grandparents until I became one, just like I didn’t understand what my parents went through till I became a parent myself. It changes or is supposed to change the way one looks at life. Ones understanding of a situation at 16 changes when one stands in a different position. One day, this little girl may become a parent herself and hopefully a grandparent and I’m praying she understands how precious a gift she and the others have given me. It’s Tuesday and she’s a treat and ten times cuter now than she was then! Have a great day and remember tomorrow is “Hump Day” and closer to Friday!! Love ya!
Now this particular fisherman has grown up a bit since this picture was snapped.Looking across the lake at Harlech, this moment deserved to be frozen in time .So much has happened since then. We’ve all grown older and some have developed gray hair(me!) but everything has worked to turn us into the people we are now and that is okay. I’d much rather have done without the bad times, no one truly enjoys pain or sadness but it does serve to underscore those times of pure joy and on Easter Sunday , the opportunities are rampant for those moments if we don’t get too caught up in all the gloss and glitter. If you don’t believe or attend church , then find someone to visit and bring some company to their lonely life, if you do believe and are blessed with faith ,go and be glad in the company of those who believe as you do. I believe in the “Fisherman” ,not the one pictured though I do love him dearly, the other one that truly loved even me so much He died for me . Have a great weekend and be safe and happy. Love you!
And it is , a fabulous Friday. The sun came up, breakfast was made and consumed and the very unlucky millipede who was crawling across my floor was having fun until the “wrath of God ” came down on his head or ,in this case, my mop! His fab Friday ended abruptly but that’s how it goes for spiders,insects and snakes who try to invade my boudoir! I debated on which image to use to illustrate my musings this morning and while I have tons of photos of people smiling, this one picture of my grandson Blake just caught my eye. Look at the joy in his face, he knows he’s loved and appreciated for just being who he is . Now this is an older photograph and the young man is older now but when he smiles at me, it still gladdens my heart and makes me feel that it was all worth it, every bit of the journey I’ve taken in my life. The good was wonderful, the bad was painful but it served to underscore how truly marvelous moments like the one pictured are. It’s Friday ,Good Friday to be precise and supposedly a day of fasting and penance in the Christian world. Whether you believe or not, would it hurt to at least take time to stop and think ,maybe do something nice for someone else just to be nice,even if it does nothing to profit you except for a warm feeling inside your heart? The fasting part ,unfortunately for my soul, is beyond my attempts but to me penance means confessing ones sin to God and since He already knows, I plan on just being good to my fellow man today and smiling like Blake. Try it, you may find that smiling and feeling joy feel so much better than jumping on bandwagons and being bombastic. Happy Fabulous Friday!!
I’d like to be floating on a lazy river right now. Drifting down the stream ,no worries or cares or annoyances ,just absorbing nature and being grateful those pesky snakes, mosquitoes and gadflys are far away. In fact ,on this fantasy voyage of mine, nothing negative is allowed to mar the gentle pace and soothing quiet. Oh, it’s not really quiet. The lapping of the water against the raft and the calls of the birds in the trees alongside the riverbank are heard but those tend to calm the nerves so they’re permitted. Warm rays of sunshine feel good on the skin and the cool breeze off the water keeps the temperature pleasant and that is what this whole excursion is, pleasant. Come, float downstream with me and refill your soul with all that is good, and kind and right and leave the other stuff behind.
Yes, I did walk down the hill this morning and ,gasp….back up the hill with not only my trusty cedar walking stick(thank you Matt Breese!) but the mail from the mailbox and my two canine companions ,Max and Sport. Needless to say (but I will!) , the trek back up the hill took a bit longer and required a couple of stops to drag oxygen into my lungs. Oh what a magnificent morning, no cars whizzing by, no canned voices blaring out their agenda from the television set, just nature. Nature the way God intended with birdsong and sunbeams and air that while laden with pollen was relatively clean. Amazing what a dose of ibuprofen, a good nights sleep and a strengthened resolve will do for the energy levels. The journey ahead will not be easy but I knew that coming in so when the “seas get rocky” , I’ll walk here on Rocky Top and let God fill my spiritual energy reserve. Mother Nature shows how well she does her job here and I am very grateful to be able to partake of it. It’s Tuesday and the week lies before us, gird your loins my loved ones and breathe deep! Friday is coming!!