Old things have beauty

Old things have beauty

Old things do have a beauty all their own. Not an obvious beauty but one that takes some thought and time to realize. The contrast in the lush green color of the surrounding leaves and the dark rust of this old fan are pleasing to the eye. So many times our eyes rush over older things and even older people and don’t see the beauty because it isn’t right there on the surface like it was when they were young. Sometimes we have to make ourselves slow down and really look at people and things to fully appreciate them. True beauty really does come from within if one thinks about it. Sometimes the most gorgeous person you know can open their mouth and all of a sudden you realize how ugly their soul is and their handsome visage grows hideous. So, take time, look beneath the surface and see the beauty inside and maybe even learn to appreciate old fans,aye?

window to another world

window to another world

It does look a bit like a window. The shape is square and one would step from darkness into light but it’s not really a passage into another world, just a section of the road shrouded in darkness.Kind of like life sometimes, just dark and sad and we wonder how we are going to force ourselves to take one more step , then we see light ahead. Light attracts most people, we are drawn to it ,we relish the illumination and for most we need what is present in the light to live and be happy. Someone in my life is going through a horrible darkness right now and all I can truly offer besides my love is the hope of light. Just hang on , the sun will come back.

The Grove

The Grove

 

By Brenda E Holmes

They stood there watching day after day, week after week, always faithfully following the changes of the seasons. There was just something different about these trees. They stood in a grove, a grouping of trees on the north side of town. They had been there for years. From time to time, people had clamored to have them cut down but for strange reasons, this had never come to pass.

One year, a prosperous bombastic entrepreneur had decided to buy the land and clear it in order to build a business center. He showed up on a gray blustery day with his heavy machinery and proceeded towards the grove. The closer he got, the more nervous he became. His palms sweated and his heart raced. Gritting his teeth he pressed on and actually managed to get within inches of the largest tree before falling dead of a massive heart attack as his hand reached for the lever to start .

After this, no one mentioned clearing the grove and years passed into years and soon the old stories were forgotten.

Still, the trees stood, weathering the changes and standing as stalwart as they had for eons. This caught the eye of Chloe Masters, a young aspiring botanist who had grown up in the town and had always been fascinated by the particular group of trees. She had often visited the spot and stood marveling at the colors of the foliage and textures of bark for they were just a bit different .Nothing obvious but just a shade off from the trees surrounding them but nothing one could really put their finger on. Just a vague feeling that something was different, not like the whole.

She decided that it was time to do a study of the grove. Take pictures, collect data and generally determine the age of each individual tree but especially the largest specimen. It stood at least 10 feet higher than those around it and this had not changed ever. Even the old men Chloe interviewed at the hardware store, remarked on this saying that that tree had been taller in the grandparents day and farther back……

 

The struggle

The struggle

The photo looks deceptive. All sunshine and light, vibrant green and apparently no struggle present but look closer. That dark spot is a butterfly. It was so still to begin with I really thought it was dead but then I caught a frail wing move just a bit. It could either be newly hatched and dry ing its wings before it takes of into the world surrounding it or it could be old and at the end of its life, just sitting in the leaves waiting for death to come.I’m neither a young butterfly at the beginning of my journey or an old one at the end. I’d like to think I’m halfway through but my body says otherwise so maybe I’m two thirds of the way through. At any rate, struggle is a part of my life too. A daily occurrence that has intensified lately but one that I have to come to terms with, overcome  and triumph over. I’m not alone in this, many in my life deal with their own daily battles and my heart and prayers go out to them because it gets hard. Sometimes all that is wanted or needed is a few encouraging words and yet those go unsaid because people are afraid to offend. To me, it is only offensive if the words were said to hurt, words spoken in an attempt to bring comfort even if it’s not precisely what should have been said are fine. So, it is Monday and the start of a new week and your job is to go out into that world and be comforting and compassionate and encouraging and if you don’t, the only one you’ll hurt is yourself.  Have a great week!

Unexpected Places

Unexpected Places

This little building sits behind Rocky Top. It used to house the freezer among other things but it has seen its better days so nature has decided to reclaim it . The vines of the wisteria have almost conquered what man has built and in doing so, created a domicile that looks like the  fairies have moved in. Some might say trolls since it does look a bit dark and forbidding on the outside but if one lets their imagination take hold , then once through the opening a magical sunny world could open up before the eyes. Sometimes things look so forbidding on the outside but once past that, the light shows an unexpected place,a magical place or person. Some people are all sweetness and light on the outside but the darkness that inhabits the inside shows once one is allowed past the surface. Others seem so grumpy and cold on the outside that the sweet soul dwelling inside is a much welcomed surprise. There are people who are the same clear through  and no matter how deep you dig, you find the same as what covered the surface . However  , today I am choosing to regard this building in a whimsical view and spin a tale of a fairy kingdom and the little fairy named Chloe who followed a trail out of a cave and discovered a huge world outside full of surprises and danger. It’s Friday and this weekend promises a lot so go out there and find it!

In times like these

In times like these

Sometimes bad things just happen, no one set out for those things to happen,they just did. They happen and we have to stop, take a few deep breaths and keep going. Maybe not as joyfully as we did before but that foot steps out and then the next and hopefully before we know it, the bad thing is way behind us and the pain it caused is not so sharp. I’m not there yet, things keep happening that expose that pain to light and air and it grows sharper. I remember once a while back someone made me angry and being the Southern girl I am, I immediately told them that’d I’d call my daddy and he’d take care of it. Oh he would have if he could have even then because he loved me so much but there’s nothing he can do now. The only thing I can do is pray, take deep breaths and put that foot out and keep on going . There may be tears in my eyes but there will be a smile on my face . It wobbles a bit but it is there!

Missing faces

Missing faces

We have a family thing coming up and I am really looking forward to seeing family I haven’t seen in awhile and even family I haven’t seen before. For me, it will be like an early Christmas full of good food,laughter and fun. I’ll see the faces before me and rejoice in their presence but at the same time, I will notice the missing faces. I’m not talking about the ones who due to job or logistics can’t be there, I’m talking about the ones we’ve lost. Their spirits will be there, flowing from one group to another, as memories of them are shared but their faces will be missing. The beautiful sounds of their laughter will only echo in our memories but  thank God we have those. I was deep in thought the other day trying to remember my granddaddy Eubanks voice. I can still recall my grandmother as she called him to breakfast but I’ve forgotten how he sounded as he answered her. His smile I still have but the timbre of his voice eludes me. My dad laughed so big and I can’t imagine ever forgetting that sound  but that too may happen . We have these wonderful devices now on our cell phones enabling us to take little movies with ease and that’s a good thing when it comes to most things like recording a small child telling his mommy he loves her or laughing at a joke only they understand. Listen and listen well to those you love and care about for one day that may be all you have and those precious memories are worth more than any diamond or gold bar . Have a great day and stay safe!