Inspiration: I wrote this about a month ago about my marriage and how it began as full of hope and faded into what it is today. My goal is to write something that isn’t utterly depressing soon… maybe some fiction (it’s been a while!) I’m glad you stopped by…. have a beautiful Thursday 🙂
A few weeks ago, we traveled down a dirt road just to see where it went. We happened upon an area of lush greenery – so dense, it reminded me a bit of hiking in Shenandoah. Of course, I had to get out and take pictures because, let’s face it, most of Arizona is quite dry and brittle- especially this time of year. As we were getting ready to go, a flash of red caught my eye (see center of photo).
I was disappointed to see it was a paper cup (Panda Express, I think) tossed into a tree. I’d like to think there was a time when people cared and respected the land. I’d like to think we could get there again. The world is not a trash bin and my hope is that those who treat it as such will wake up and see the error in their ways. (And if not, perhaps awakening underneath a trash heap might open their eyes 🙂 )
I hope you have a beautiful (litter-free) Thursday!
In a day, we can find patches of calm that soothe our nerves, put our soul at ease.
We discover a place where our mind and body rest in harmony.
In that place, our hearts soar and nourish our dreams;
At our fingertips, we encounter finite peace.
In the distance, looms another reality.
I had a post all ready to go today about my migraine-inducing weekend with my younger sons’ sleepover friend, but I decided to pull it, for now. It was supposed to be funny, but in thinking about it, maybe I wrote it too close to the event…I think it may be too harsh on the kid. Or maybe not 😛
At any rate, I decided to write something inspired by the date. The world feels even more uncertain than it did twelve years ago. Every day, I seek peace in my interactions with friends and strangers. I don’t like conflict. It makes me feel all jumbled inside. In my life, I manage to co-exist with people who are unlike me- people with different backgrounds, those who don’t accept my God, people who eat bratwurst.
I don’t watch the news very much these days. I find that isolating myself from world events allows me to enjoy my personal peace. I know that it may be an illusion; that it’s built on unstable ground- but it’s the only way I know to keep anxiety at bay. I can’t understand how people can exterminate one another. I can’t fathom hatred for strangers so deep that killing seems a good option. I can’t grasp why my country tries to take on the role of peacekeeper with brute force.
This is why I find solace among the trees. Their size makes me feel safe. They have managed to survive in an uncertain world, and they give me hope that I can do the same.
I appreciate you stopping by to read my ramblings. May you find peace today, tomorrow, and every day.
“We want you to follow suit and give us a thirty-three word piece that has a color in it. Use the color to describe anything you like, or use anything you like to describe your color, but keep it creative and keep it short.”
My heart immediately went to nature, and how God’s world soothes me when things feel off kilter. There are many colors in nature that ‘wow’ me, but I decided to stick with the seemingly simple, deceivingly complex, green.
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Although I moved from the hot desert of Phoenix a few months ago to the cooler pines, I can’t escape the fact that Arizona is in a drought. The vegetation is in varying states of not-quite-dead. I’ve taken many photos of struggling trees, usually from afar, and often because the shapes of the branches are interesting.
This time, I decided to take the picture from under the tree. I literally bent over backwards to snap the photo. I faced away from the tree and leaned back, with my head near the trunk (I didn’t rest it on the trunk because with my curly hair, I’d be picking bark out of it for a year!)
Another point of view allowed me to appreciate the curved and twisted branches in a new way. The shift in focus in how I saw the tree rewarded me with a perspective that had previously gone unnoticed.
Now that I think about it, another point of view is something I need to consciously practice in daily life. How often I have allowed myself to get worked up over something (or someone) I could not change. Focusing on calming my reaction instead of stewing over a situation I cannot change would save me much aggravation.
If only it were as easy as tilting my head to the side or leaning over backwards!