MY WIND SONG FOR TODAY

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There isn’t anything that can clear my mind better than a walk along the lake. ‘Beside My Still Waters’.  Today I needed to go for one of those walks.  Without realizing it, some days I get so wrapped up in worrying ‘way off into the future…mine… which I have very little control over anyways, other than trying my best each an’ every day.  The rest is mostly out of my hands.  That could be ‘scary’ or it could be a relief, depending on one’s outlook.  I think I probably fall into the category of: ‘a little of both’.

wind song today

Today is a bleak and windy day but still beautiful.  I expected the lake to be choppy & rough with waves but it wasn’t.  It was mostly calm, yet so alive and vibrant.  Timeless.  Just what I needed.

It is always right where I left it.  It always has a message for me.  So does the wind which sang to me as it swirled around my head, blowing my hair into my face and whipping my  notebook pages around.

I decided to put my camera and paper into my bag and just listen.  I zipped up my hood, shut off my phone, slowly walked along  to a clump of trees and softly the wind settled into a beautiful song that became:

MY WIND SONG FOR TODAY

I heard a lovely Wind Song… While listening by the shore

A heartfelt haunting melody… That made my spirit soar!

It understood my sadness… Lost dreams that still run deep

The ones that even through the night… Wander as I sleep.

 

My Wind Song wrapped around me… I didn’t mind the chill

It lulled my restless mood today… The memory with me still.

I gave myself those moments… Head tilted to the sky

The wind so fresh against my lips… Made me smile instead of cry.

Because Wind Song reminded me… Of the joys that I have known

The seeds of love and laughter too… That carefully I’ve sown.

How is it Wind Song helped my quest… I needed now to know

It’s not too late to dream new dreams… There’s time for them to grow.

 

Hold not regret… Or waste the hour,  over what might next appear

Embrace today, set a new goal… The moments are right here.

The wind that causes angry seas… Waves crashing to the shore…

Also sings a lullaby…  To comfort and restore.

 

Thank you Wind Song… I won’t forget.

 

rest

Thank you Family & Friends, for reading. These are great words that really do go well together. I keep this on my desktop.

Blessings.

Until next time this is Memory Lane @ www.pagesofmymindblog.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

BESIDE THE STILL WATERS

‘He leads me beside the still waters and restores my soul.’

be still and know

What a glorious day it has been this Sunday.  I was able to spend it doing so many of the things that make me happy, that remind me love can be all around us in so many forms.  It’s just like my favorite saying about ‘Feeling the rain…Don’t just get wet’.  You have to let yourself ‘feel’ the rain.  Otherwise, you won’t like your hair and you’ll only notice the water stains on your clothes, instead of how wonderful they smell.

Today, being a Sunday,  I chose to ‘feel’  love in my immediate world around me.  I went out looking for it in this beautiful prairie sky & lake setting.  The sky was amazingly blue and alive with lazy travelling clouds.  Trees, although almost bare, still handsomely grace driveways, roadsides & shore.  The evidence of their ‘coats of many colors’, still flutter around here and there before getting settled as ground cover for seedlings that must rest for the winter, or lining in nests for burrowing furry friends. Neighbors are out walking happy dogs.  Kids are still skateboarding down the road.

“What’s not to love!”

By the lake.

still of the morning

Seeing the true wonders in nature, how God is a Master Artist and the way every detail is taken care of,  always helps me tremendously to deal with my worry, anxiety,  my messy somewhere ‘half finished’ house,  grief,  disappointments, failures, and uncertainties of what is ahead.

If He can handle all of these things here on earth and in the sky then surely my problems aren’t too great for Him.  And His word does tell us that,  but for some reason, I still think I have to jump in first and help!

But just for today, I backed off!  I got dressed, left the dishes, clothes in the washer and my bed unmade.  However, I had a good excuse for that.  The cat was curled up in the middle of it.  I shouted: “Later, Dudes.”  Then shut the door & listened for a moment.  Nothing inside was upset or falling apart without me!

Easier than I thought.

This private view was all for me this morning:  Priceless!

shore in shadows

Further down, as I stumbled over this rugged assembly of downed trees, roots and branches many times over the season,  I almost turned back, looking for my easier trail, but I didn’t.  I chose to look over it and the path along the water’s edge ahead, was open, sunny and smooth.

That was a sign to me that although it looks bumpy now, don’t give up….There are smooth places also.  Keep moving forward.

The water was perfectly still.  (These few photos of this same place were taken earlier in the season, of course).  My camera is full at the moment.

 

rugged shore

Coffee, camera, and notepad, boots and windbreaker lead me to one of my favorite meditation places.  “Beside the still waters”.

I even have my own reserved natural bench.  Many times I have sat the rain out on this ‘bench’ and drank in the fragrance, the sounds, the peace that moments of ‘being still’ can bring.

 

park bench

I leisurely daydreamed.  Anywhere my thoughts decided to go…I let it happen.  Surprisingly enough I didn’t dwell on any topics that I cannot change right now.  Rather, I enjoyed my time of rest and the buffet table of the simple pleasures I have in front of me.  As Julie Andrew’s ageless song goes:

“These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things!”

And some of my most relaxing times are spent:

Shopping for heart shaped stones to hide into my paintings:

 

nice shopping

five year search

A 5 year search:  A lucky stone (found with a hole bored through it) that is heart shaped.

I sort of hide the stones as a finishing touch.

all three waterfall (2)

waterfall

CAN  YOU  FIND  THEM?

ALMOST PERFECT SUNRISE

TROUBLED HEART (2)

This one below,  I titled “Broken Heart” Because I actually found the heart shaped stone that was in 2 pieces. (close to bottom, towards your left)

second stage

 

I can send  ‘Special Delivery’ messages of love and hope to Heaven anytime.  I get to write what’s in my heart,  into the sand in full view.  Heaven above me doesn’t require postage at all.  I can bring flowers and freely leave them at anytime, for any season.

hope

we love you

winter gren

 

I spent time today….Just remembering loved ones …in happy ways…and no tears,  as I scanned through my camera.

 

fathers day tribute to jack

 

alice with alice

The Four of Us, laughing over the craziest stuff & all talking at once!

four mabbs

I will always remember the joy of seeing Louise after so many years.

FOUR BEAUTIES

I miss the way my sister Eve made sure there was always cake for any and every occasion.  There was always a gathering at their house.  My brother in law, Ron was usually outnumbered by all of us women and would leave us ‘cackling hens’ as he called us, and go downstairs to listen to his music!

easter Eva

She is still just as beautiful!

Sisters spending a sick day at home with Grammie. WOW!  Seems like only yesterday.

home day with grammie

 

Today I lifted my face towards the sun but realized I am already missing the touch of the warm summer rain…

clouds by pop

rose after rain

The fragrance of flowers afterwards…

And best of all…

my rainbow road

 

Miss the lovely colors of my flower gardens.  But happy to write:   I will have geraniums on my sills all winter!  I always do.

three in a row (2)

Although I do love winter out here and I am ready for the rest from yard work… I

first blossoms

Look forward to apple blossom time once more.

appl blossom time 2014

 

Last spring, a mother cat and her kittens visited.  I invited them to a barbeque.

two for a barbecue

They stayed around and the season changed.  I let them in to watch TV one frosty day…

JUST ONCE!

two of us look in sunroom

The rest is history!  They watched the 1st snowfall from inside their permanent  home.

SILHOUETTES SNOOP AN MAR

 

wait for me

After returning home to my comfy couch  today, I reviewed the efforts I’ve made at painting again.  It’s been a struggle since losing the 2 people who were my main encouragers:

 

GHOSTS OF THE RIVER, MOONLIGHT BAY, CANOE TRIP

Some got finished…

all three waterfall (2)

Others haven’t.  Several are half done.  Will see how it goes this winter.

three cougars (2)

This photo was taken during Simba’s last year… Going on 2 years.  Still miss him & walk around expecting to trip over him.  Automatically looked for him under his favorite tree a few times this summer.

simba in the sun

I could never put a price on the feeling that still comes over me while watching the geese until they’re out of sight.  Year after year, it takes me to my Dad and looking to the North for all the signs of a change of season.

FullSizeRender.jpggoodbye

I waited, but no other flock came after these.

geese over moonlight bay

 

I love how my favorite piece of Driftwood changes with the seasons and is never disappointing in it’s beauty and originality.  There was a time when I first saw this beautiful piece that I thought about loading it, bringing it to my front yard and putting all season lights on it.  True, it would have been lovely, but I would be robbing the spot it is in.  It’s MORE than beautiful right here.  I don’t need to ‘own’ it,  I have photos to share and through my writing, you know its a special landmark.  The colors behind it are gorgeous!

rustic art of driftwood

As I sat, warmed by the sun, I knew the direction I was going for this blog.  I began going through my photos.  I randomly picked out a bunch and clicked them onto these pages, just a whole scramble.  I think they speak for my thoughts today, the best.

It has been quoted that a picture is worth a thousand words, right?  Well, here’s a few thousand for my thoughts and memories of what I feel are just a bit extra special to me…this Sunday.  There are always memories, Always the surprise in finding an old photo, a card or letter.  These are todays pages of my mind:

Happiness to me means:

Not being afraid to write the word: Love’ anytime.

written in the sand

Take photos of anything you like:

These were Baby birds and Bunnies that have shared my yard.

on your own

baby alone

Thank goodness I never hurt these babies with my trimmers!

hidden treasures

This Mommy & her five babies lived under my deck and also had a nest in my flower bed.

Going back to a season of:

Finding yummy worms for baby chicks will always be one of my sweetest memories.

digging for worms

 

baby chicks

Sunshine and Dora  were very special.  They got to wear nice doll clothes and be taken for rides in the stroller.

Thinking about my Mom.

I laughed at my own complaints and whining about hanging out Monday’s Wash with my Mom…She never got upset with me…even when I used the clean sheets for making tents!  Thanks for the memories, Mama!

monday washh photo

Found this Photo:  My sweet, petite Grannie who shared the upstairs in our creaky old house & chased away my fears, or held my hand if I had a bad dream through a thunder storm.  My Dad.  I still can hear his laughter, the way he called me South Paw or Summer Wind.

Four generations here.  Grannie, Dad, my sister Alice & Robbie.

nice four generation mabbs

 

Wish my Sunflowers were still blooming.  Think it is about time to finish my painting.

SUNFLOWERS

 

SEVEN SUNFLOWERS

And this one…

new shelf in wave

Having a plan is a good thing.  We all need that.  However, I have recently come to the conclusion that I cannot beat myself up when everything doesn’t get done.  The world won’t end because my bookcases & wicker furniture aren’t all painted the same color yet, or due to the fact that I’ve gained a few pounds and I don’t have my book finished by the date I promised to myself.  What does matter to me is making sure I have time for those who need company or an ear that will care and listen.  I  want to be responsible for treating others right, regardless of what comes back.  That is not up to me to try and change, which I often do.  That’s where I jump in to help God.  I need to have more faith that He will do what He said He will do!

I had so much free time today because I took the day off.  I gave it all to Him when I closed my front door and went out walking with great expectations…

No!  I am wrong!  I left without any expectations at all!  That’s why my mind was open, happy and clear.  I enjoyed the simplest day, my mind uncluttered.  I didn’t let go of that.

As I get ready to post this, I am hoping to keep this outlook about my situations, fix whatever I can and let the rest go.  If it’s out of my hands, I have to believe it is in much bigger, wiser and unconditional loving ones.  I am going to remind myself when the doubts threaten, of where I spent my Sunday:

Beside the still waters.

 

new pink peeper

Thank you for reading.  I hope there is something in this blog that you will find encouraging for yourself or someone you know.  You could be that one bright color in someone’s life today, tomorrow or the next time you meet.

Blessings. Have a great week.

Memory Lane

 

A WALK IN THE WOODS by Summer Wind

shady lane

This was the path I went on a nature walk with my granddaughters  only a couple of weeks ago.  Just before the leaves began to change.  However, you could already see tinges of changes on the way.  As we walked, talked and stopped to listen to natures sounds all around us, for a brief moment I felt like a ‘time traveler’.

I was the wonderful age of 10 and my Dad was just around the bend because he thought he’d heard a prairie chicken scruffling in the brush.  Shep was at my side, waiting until Dad called him to come and spook it out into the open so that Dad would know that was in fact what he thought.  Although he carried his twenty two, he never shot them while I was there.  He would walk me back to the clearing and then return to that exact spot.  I ran to the house and changed for play.  I never really questioned the hunt.  I didn’t want to and I knew whatever happened was not for sport and my parents never ever were wasteful.  It was part of our normal prairie life on the farm.

busy livvie

More often than not, Dad & I went for our walk in the woods after a summer shower.  Dad loved that the most.  He always made up the excuse that we should check out the field in case the rain had affected the crop? My response was always the same.

“Um… Dad, isn’t this good for the crop?  You always say it needs a good rainfall.”  He’d grin and grab his cap and then say:

“You’re right, Smartie Pants.  So let’s go check out how fresh it looks and watch while it waves back at us.”

There went my imagination again as I animated in my head all the grains of wheat, waving at us with Smiley faces.

We had a routine down pat.

 

As soon as the sun is shining once more…

I grab my boots… And run out the door!

Dad yells:  “Hold on a minute!”  I stop and wait.

Old Shep barks.  Dad opens the gate.

After the rain… On a path through the forest…

Listening to the  birds… Rejoicing in chorus.

The earth is refreshed… Appearing spring green…

Colors more alive… Than I’ve ever seen!

Cattle are grazing… A plane’s soaring high…

I can hear the lambs… In their pen, near by.

Spider Web’s Lace has captured a few drops…

That sparkle and glisten… Through the tree tops.

Shimmering green, touched with gold are the trees…

While dropping warm rain… As it falls with the breeze.

Following our trail… I jump over the rocks…

Can’t wait till I take off…My boots and my socks!

We’re down at the creek… Hearing the frogs…

Dad laughs while I balance… On the slippery logs!

There’s always time… To have a light snack…

That Mom has lovingly put in my pack.

After we sit and talk for a spell…

Dad looks round and then he says… “Well…

Think we should head back… There are chores to be done.

It’s now after three… We started at one.”

Old Shep runs ahead… This trail he knows best…

Until we catch up… He takes a short rest.

 

heading home

I shake off the drops… That plopped down from the trees…

Good thing Mom doesn’t mind… I got mud to my knees.

Oh how I loved each walk that we’d take…

How each time was so special… All the memories that we’d make.

As we walked down this path… Just the other day

All of those years… Kind of slipped away.

Now I am like Dad… Making old memories new…

Perhaps one day… They will share them … Too!

***Summer Wind***

Thank you as always to my parents.. My Wind Spirits with me everywhere.

And thank you to my granddaughters who lovingly share their love & time with me whenever the opportunity arises.  Love you as big as our prairie sky.

Yours forever,  Gram.