Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
I walked this morning.
So that I could share it with you.
Visit my other artist friends for their perspective:
I have discovered the poet Mary Oliver.
And her words . . .
about nature . . .
He or she, who loves God, will look most deeply into His works.
about a deer . . .
But only that she was born into the poem that God made,
and called the world.
Her words seem to
bathe my mind
in beauty and grace . . . even
in the color palette
The color of this morning
reminds me of something I wrote awhile ago in a hard season.
Lately I have had
and new, deep, un-beautiful emotions.
It has permeated every fiber
of my life
I am slowly
in unexpected ways.
Facing unexpected brokenness
causes me to look deeper into
truer and stronger,
what I had
Challenged to find faith
in times of
letting go of
making it all work out
I am finding more and more
what trust and faith
are all about...
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
In western South Dakota, on this prairie, it is 2 degrees F.
My #naturewalk photos are from yesterday
when it was a balmy 10 degrees.
You may take a peek at these pages for
glimpses into nature.
You can check out #naturewalk on facebook to find more images.
Here's a bit more of what I have to share with you today:
It feels more like February than mid-November.
The sandhill cranes are shocked into flying south.
Thousands flew over us yesterday feeling fooled by last week's
nature walk in the 50's and 60's.
They flew low enough to see their colors.
Stragglers coming later.
"Wait! Wait! We're coming!"
But the cold is altogether
in the minds
she drags feet.
But not at the sight of snow.
Snow is fire
lit beneath her
She's the one who told me once,
"I'm going to go outside and live my life!"
And that is exactly what she does.
Pulling her sister and me out the door
a dear friend
was laid to rest.
I was driving on the Interstate alone
the day I learned of her passing.
There was a nagging thought of guilt
creeping in and shaming me
for not getting there in time to see her again.
As the thought was about to settle over me
in a dark cloud of condemnation
I glanced at a semi-truck
on the opposite side of I-90.
Against a black trailer,
the letters rolled before me:
My breath caught.
I looked again.
GRACE Transport, Inc.
on the side of the truck.
And then it was gone.
But I got the message.
With grace, the truck swept the condemnation cloud
down the highway
So you can
Live life like you mean it.
Sometimes . . . usually,
where I least
With abundant love.
In the early morning
This morning I read from Mary Oliver's poem In The Storm.
Here is a verse to share with you:
Belief isn't always easy.
But this much I have learned ------
if not enough else -----
to live with my eyes open.
Eyes wide open.
In memory of Gaylene Morell.