• fall season,  frost,  leaves,  Plants,  poems,  seasons,  writing/reading

    Running Away

    November 7, 2020

    This morning we had a comfortable 42 degrees with overcast skies that offer a feeling of dreariness. That feeling matched my mood. In my journaling this morning I wrote that I wanted to run away and not face the muck and mire of life as it is. But I have no idea where away is which makes it impossible to go there. I find it difficult to live in a place of unknowing but I’m getting used to that. In my past I would numb myself with alcohol but hard learned lessons taught me that was not how to face life. Deep down inside of me is a knowing that running away is not the answer but rather hold onto some hope, facing the day with all the tools, knowledge and trust I have. I accomplish nothing by wanting to live in the future, or worse yet, my imagination. My life is only lived here, now, in the present. So, after prayer and meditation, I decided to grab my camera and see how nature is handling the day. I pray for this country as we are in a place of transformation and hopefully healing. There’s no need to run away.

    the news…
    the airways are a buzz
    the news is spreading
    we now know who won

    a prayer…
    of thanks to all who voted
    for those who feel they lost
    for the healing that now begins

    ms
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  • fall season,  leaves,  Plants,  quotes,  seasons

    Diversity

    October 14, 2020

    “Pick a leader who is strong and confident, yet humble. Intelligent, but not sly. A leader who encourages diversity, not racism. One who understands the needs of the farmer, the teacher, the welder, the doctor, and the environmentalist — not only the banker, the oil tycoon, the weapons developer, or the insurance and pharmaceutical lobbyist.”

    Suzy Kassem
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  • fall season,  Plants,  seasons,  trees

    Orange and red

    October 9, 2020

    Each morning we awake to smoke settling upon us like fog. We do have periods when blue skies can be seen but there is that gray filter between us and the sun.

    On a walk to the drug store i had one of those moments. Out of the corner of my eye I watched a leaf falling near me and then another and another. I stopped and just watched them descend. It was a waterfall of bright colored leaves. It was one of those spiritual experiences life offers us. After a while I decided to go back and get the camera. The fall colors are peaking in town. This is a tree in my complex with the sun bursting through and a closer view of the leaves. Happy Friday!

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  • fall season,  fog,  frost,  journal,  landscape,  poetic journal,  prairie,  sunrises,  writing/reading

    Graitude

    April 11, 2020

    Cold, foggy, and frosty October morning sunrise from 2012

    After quiet time, prayer and meditation,
    I made a french press of coffee, Heaven’s Blend
    by name, then moved outside to sit in the sun.
    In the warmth I read from Rilke’s Book of Hours,
    and journaled thoughts. I focused on listening to
    the sounds of nature, birds, wind, as their words
    seem to soothe, heal and nurture me with a balm
    rather than the pain brought on by the world’s news.
    I think Gratitude is the word for this day.

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