Hello, my dear followers and readers. I recently lived through Hurricane Irma and did not have the time, power, or the internet to write. Even now, though I do have power and the internet back, I have other things that need to be done first. I will be writing several pieces in the next several days. Please stay tuned in. I will also have a few photos of our property and the surrounding area that were taken the morning after Hurricane Irma hit.
Thank you for your continued support. Hugs and love!
This morning was a typical morning. Typical because I awoke to the typical physical pain that I have awoken to for the past three years. A fused right ankle from an injury had flared up once again. The remnants of a flu virus had sent me into a convulsion of coughing. It was 7 am–sunlight peeked through the blinds, and I was suddenly wide awake. After getting the violent cough under my control, I carefully stepped out of bed. I quickly sat back down on the side of the bed and massaged my right foot and ankle. Ah, much better I thought. I stood up again, and though the pain was still there, it was tolerable.
I have great plans today. Continue reading “I saw God this morning”
I remember well the summers in upstate New York when I was young. The four-acre farm that my family lived on was not just a training ground of responsibility for my siblings and me. It was a natural school. We learned how to work as a team–which was often a tug of war for the best and easiest assigned chores. There were five of us–three girls and two boys. My father had a riding lawn mower, and thank goodness because he mowed about two-thirds of our four-acres.
If you stood at the side of the road facing our two-story farm house, you would see a large freshly mowed field to the left. Closest to the road was a large raspberry patch that my mother employed us to pick from for jams, jellies and sometimes pies. Much further back in the field was a fenced in chicken coop where the meanest rooster in the world lived. But that is another story. Continue reading “Duck the Swallows”
What is it about the natural sounds nature offers that relaxes us? I don’t take the moments of solitude within the natural sounds of nature like I did when I was a child. I’m always too busy, too tired, or too distracted to remember the natural world outside my walls. Today, however, it is Sunday, and I have my windows open. My computer sits to the right of one of my bedroom windows. The window is open wide, and I can hear three types of buzzing. Continue reading “Natural Music”
Annie Dillard’s “Seeing” from her book Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is a perfect contrast between physical perception and spiritual understanding. It is a careful blend of beauty, wonder, and philosophical perspectives. She challenges us to examine how we see the world we live in both literally and spiritually. Dillard meticulously describes in great detail how altering how she observed the natural world affected her differently each time; sometimes in a fearful way.
When trying to see a frog that everyone else seemed to have found without much effort she finally asked for help and was told to look for “green,” however, she realized that the color was more like a greenish brown of “wet hickory bark.” What a wonderful way to explain to her readers that sometimes we must narrow the parameters of our sight to see what we aim to see. If we look for a frog among grass, leaves, trees, and a pond we will only see those things; if we look for the color, we see just the things of that color or color variation, and we may just see what we were in pursuit of seeing. Continue reading “All about Perspective and Perception”