Transition ~

"Come," said the Wind to the leaves one day.

"Come over the meadow and we will play.

Put on your dresses of red and gold.

For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

and

time

marches on

and on

Reaching for the moon ~

Even as a child

I was not

a fan

of Halloween

but I

do enjoy

a bit

of Poe"esque"

when I'm

playing

with

certain photos

now and then

this one

reminds me of

"Quoth the raven nevermore"

although

it was just an old crow

being cranky

and this one

 

reminds me of

Edward Scissorhand

although

I never did

see the movie

but

this is what

I envision

he would look like

if

he were reaching

for the moon
It wasn't too long ago
that
Georgia
encouraged us
to
have fun
and play with
our photos
It's kinda
nice to be encouraged
to bend the
rules a bit
{even at my age}

Change ~

Here

in the States

this is

the week-end

we

turn back

our clocks

one

hour

~ Clocks ~

turn back

~ Time ~

has no turning back

~ Time ~

a privilege

an opportunity

a gift

with

a

no return

policy

~ Time ~

it's yours

for the spending

invest wisely

Angel's Wings ~

"It's always darkest before the dawn."

A quote my grandmother

often repeated

when things

were looking their bleakest.

A quote that came to mind

as I gazed through the kitchen window

early Tuesday morning

before the sun would light the sky.

And then,

as dawn danced across the heavens,

another came to mind.

He sends His angels as ministering spirits

... as flames of fire ...

and

watching the morning

unfold

took on a whole new meaning.

 

in the midst

of

the darkness

 

rest your mind

and

quiet your heart

and you may just hear

the gentle flutter

or

the mighty swoosh

of

angel's wings.

{Unknown to me at the time I was writing this, my son and his father, who are hundreds of miles from home, had hit a large buck, gone into the ditch and back out, and were miraculously unhurt. The same can't be said for the vehicle. Oh yes, He does give His angels charge over us ... just as He promised.}

The Leaf ~

Little Bird ~

A touch of vintage ...

The Sparrow ~

Week-end blessings ~

{click for larger view}

Light ~

The light you carry within
matters
someone needs to see

Let it shine

wherever

you

may be

{Be encouraged to visit Dagmar's lovely post on light}

Simplicity ~

Nature is what we know
Yet have not art to say
So impotent our wisdom is
To her simplicity. 

Emily Dickinson

Be Still ~

Waking up … your drowsy, sleep-dazed mind half hears the clanking of the food trays being passed out … the soft shuffling of the nurses steps ... their cheery “How are we this morning, Mr/Mrs Patient?” and you try to track in your mind this new path you’re on. The “Oh, yes” messages seep into your consciousness … hospital, breakfast, pain, medication, quickly followed by the “No, I don’t want to be here, but nobody asked,” thoughts . Then ... of course ... the ultimate, “Shall we take our bath now?” and you know the day is well under way … and you wonder ... what do you mean “we” ...in time you will realize the futility of trying to change time-honored “nurse speak.” And then, because the full realization of what has gone on, what is going on and what will be going on is too intimidating a mountain for your heart/mind to comprehend you simply say “God” with a question mark. And God says simply back, “Be Still … and know … that I am God.”  When God becomes a question mark … this is where the rubber hits the road {pardon the cliche}. The question is not His existence … that’s a done deal, a “settled” as far as you are concerned … the question is … in this life-changing, overwhelming, fear-producing, crazy-making {need I go on?} situation ...  do You have a clue as to what’s happening to me … do You know where I am … do You ……? Let me assure you … this is the time to remember that “I AM THAT I AM” … and know that He holds you in the palm of His hand and that one day … over time … the question mark will become an exclamation point … in the meantime …

be still.

{wind chime}

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Focus ~

I  took this

when I meant

to

take this

and this

 instead of this

and this

 instead of this

It's all

in

what

you focus on

I'm learning

really

I am

Time ~

mildew'd horses

crumpled corn

sun-stroked

pumpkins

Autumn is born

We Can ~

 

 We build too many walls

and

not enough bridges.

Isaac Newton

Those Words ~

When I first heard “those words,” I was quite young … 22 to be exact … I didn’t realize I was young … one of the novelties of youth ... imagining yourself older, wiser than you really are. Irreversible predicaments hadn’t been a part of my life up to that point … answered prayer had been … overcoming challenges had been ... albeit, in retrospect, they were very minor challenges. But then …  life changed. And when the Dr. looked at me with tears in his eyes and said those words … well … to be honest ... I was more concerned with his emotional distress than I was with my physical distress. They say ignorance is bliss … one could safely say I was very ignorant at that point even though I wasn’t exactly what you would call blissful either. I hurt … bad. I had no knowledge of spinal cord injuries. I had no idea that when he said, “You. will. never. ...” that it would prove to be true … at least up until this point. Remember … answered prayer … remember ... youth {immortal at that age}. 

God will take care of me ... those were my words to him. 

 Quite frankly ... I had no idea
of the road that lay ahead
~~~ 
If you haven't already been there, 
I'd encourage you to pop on over to Mr. Coffey's site
and read his article entitled   
When the siren sounds.
It is a good reminder
of what we need to focus on
when life
takes a direction
we hadn't 
 
anticipated.

Take Off Your Shoes {please} ~

"Earth is crammed with heaven.

  Every bush is aflame with the fire of God, but only those who see take off their shoes.

  The rest just pick the berries."

-- Elizabeth Browning

 

 

  

 

Art of Observation ~

“A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write,
if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.
What a man can be, he must be.”
~ Abraham Maslow ~

the
boy child
now
a mature man
first
became a son
then
a husband and a father
it happened
in that order
destined
to be
an only child
 born
to a mother
paralyzed from chest down
six months
prior to his birth

the
boy child
now
a family man
a blessing
to me
and so many others

 the boy child
now
a Godly man

I am so blessed
to call him
~ son ~

God
in His mercy
spared
{so many years ago}
my unborn son's life
and
my life of 22 years

I can
from costly experience
say
God is good ... God is faithful ... God is love

{my artist~son observing a piece of art glass at the Mayo Clinic on one of our trips there}

Ready or not ~

Friday morning

I peeked
through
the window
and
saw these delightful
frosted
images

 Saturday morning ~

I saw this

 Let's just say

the word

"delightful"

didn't

come to mind
~
everything
is
beautiful
in
its time

Age Spots ~

Weathered

detached

alone

mundane

out of touch

washed up

Ever have one of those days?

A Simple Thing ~

Teach us delight in simple things.

Kipling

Shadows ~