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I find it refreshing to unplug from it for a while. You kind of forget how deeply you get embedded in it. -- Will Wright
I had the most marvelous day off yesterday that I could have imagined. First, let me preface this by saying that I am right where God meant me to be... in the country. When I get home each night after the day in the city listening to the sounds of angry drivers laying on horns because, God forbid, the one ahead of them did not gun their engine at the exact second the light turned green; people shouting at checkout clerks because of prices that that poor man/woman has absolutely no control over; ambulance sirens running to the scene of some poor soul who is fighting for their lives and oblivious or otherwise "not me, I ain't moving" drivers who won't even bother to try to pull over to let them through; chases by police of people that are fleeing after murders, robberies, etc. My house is the place I head for to regain my soul.
I am removed from amenities like stores, like nightlife, like houses where there is no room between and every time there is an argument next door, whether you like it or not, you are there in that fight. I may have to plan my meals ahead of time as most say (oh, wow a 8 mile run to a small grocery store will be traumatic... NOT!)... I may not have tons of people surrounding me (the few neighbors I have, I would not trade for any amount of money.. we do things to help each other when help is needed.. duh... why trade something that wonderful?)... this place may require a little more work (and this may sound ludicrous to those that don't understand, but I have made a promise to MY God that I would take care of this part of His world and try to give back in the form of mowing, planting and watching the beauty He has provided me). But you know what? I wouldn't choose any other place to be!
I get on Katie the Kubota each week and I center myself once again.. I allow the goodness of this place to enter into my soul.. to feed me for the times I am in the midst of one form of drama or another.
Yesterday, I took all the recyclables to the center about 12 miles from my home (yes, to the city folk I work with .. this is a major catastrophe... not having city workers provided to haul it away.. how will I survive???) .. I make this trip every two weeks. I not only take mine, but my neighbors and my son's. It is a great drive along country roads and I can stop and take a walk on the covered bridge nearby it .. or I could make a trip to the Mill Race Golf Course and the duck pond there. Which I choose to do yesterday. I always have my camera with me because I take pictures of things that help me regain that peace that was given to me at birth.. the beauty of the things I see make my soul whole again.
I got a chance, because it was so full of small kiddos yesterday (the day was wonderful.. sunny and bright and warm) and I try to avoid being where they are when I want to take pictures because they are always so happy and full of adventure that they run after the ducks. I walked to the end of the pond where most don't go because it is rocky (I had my tevas on, so no problem, even with my bum knee) and I got to a spot where I spied a mama duck with her 10 ducklings. I sat myself at a distance mama was comfortable with and took pictures of the babies sunning and sleeping while mama got a few well-deserved moments of rest herself. I respect boundaries and would not do anything to alarm her, so I got a ton of nice photos.
On my ride home, I stopped at the Benton Overlook .. and man that is the place I go when things get really outta hand with my psyche.. I usually head up that place at sunset when I am at my lowest.. I do my best whispering with the Big Guy/Gal then.. and I am amazed at the beauty of the sun setting at that overlook. But yesterday, the tiger lilies were in full bloom and the sun was bringing out all the colors even more so.. I got some shots of the town below through the lilies...
And then some of the dragonflies at the son's pond and the baby red-winged blackbirds whose nest is nestled in with the cattails there.. mama was watching me take the photos and calling to the hungry little ones.. again, I am respectful of borders...
I came back to my little carolina wrens busily feeding their babies who were yelling up a storm... the house they chose was an ornamental one on my front deck .. so each day, I am treated with that sight of mama and papa working their wings off to keep the squealing babies sated.. and at night, mama wren sings them to sleep and when I close my eyes in the quiet of that symphony, I am in heaven.
I understand this life is not for everyone, but it is as goldilocks said about the porridge .. "just right" for this ole gal.
Peace out to all of you and here is the link to the slideshow of yesterday.. view only if you are interested...
My soul refresher
I cannot explain how full yesterday made my heart... but if you listen to this B.B.King song (close your eyes, quiet everything else in your life... and just listen to the notes.. let them fill your soul.. ) then you might know..
B.B. as the King
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