Life is so Daily/Living the Moment

Settling Leaves

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Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.

Delia Owens

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Hello Friend,

I hope you will have a cup of tea or coffee with me today, from wherever you are. My own coffee sits beside me in a cup unfamiliar to me, among brightly coloured plastic children’s cups and blueberry muffin crumbs still on the table from breakfast.

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I write this from Sweetie’s home in Manitoba, two provinces away from my own. Sweetie and her hubby are off on a business vacation and The Cowboy and I have taken charge of the three grandboys. I’m sitting at the dining table which, as has been all the rage in recent years, is high, and requires tall chairs on which to sit. Because I need to have my feet flat on the floor, I’ve pulled up chairs on either side of me so I can rest my feet on their rungs. It works, but I’ll take a regular table any day, where my chair allows me to keep my feet grounded.

From my vantage point I can look out through glass patio doors into the large yard where leaves carpet the ground in bronze and buff and camel. Just two days ago those leaves were still clothing the trees in golden glory. And, if the weather app is right, we will have snow in the next day or two.

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Fallen leaves on the ground are the golden song of immortal creativity.

Amit Ray

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When we left home, almost all of the leaves from our trees had floated to the lawn, which was still as green as summer. Now, however, reports and pictures of snow have reached me. So, I’ll enjoy these last snowless days, here where I am, while I can.

And so it goes. Fallen leaves become blanketed in white snow until it warms into rivulets and streams, greening the earth to bloom and blossom into life and colour, until it’s time for the leaves to fall again.

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How the Leaves Came Down
by Susan Coolidge

"I'll tell you how the leaves came down,"
The great Tree to his children said:
"You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.
It is quite time to go to bed."

"Ah!" begged each silly, pouting leaf,
"Let us a little longer stay
Dear Father Tree, behold our grief!
'Tis such a very pleasant day
We do not want to go away."

So, for just one more merry day
To the great Tree the leaflets clung,
Frolicked and danced, and had their way,
Upon the autumn breezes swung,
Whispering all their sports among--

"Perhaps the great Tree will forget,
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg, and coax, and fret."
But the great Tree did no such thing;
He smiled to hear their whispering.

"Come, children, all to bed," he cried;
And ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
He shook his head, and far and wide,
Fluttering and rustling everywhere,
Down sped the leaflets through the air.

I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Golden and red, a huddled swarm,
Waiting till one from far away,
White bedclothes heaped upon her arm,
Should come to wrap them safe and warm.

The great bare Tree looked down and smiled.
"Good-night, dear little leaves," he said;
And from below each sleepy child
Replied, "Good-night," and murmured,
"It is so nice to go to bed!"

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In this tumultuous, chaotic world of ours, it is grounding to know we can rely on the seasons to come and go as they always have. The sun will set, the sun will rise. Another day dawns.

If you find yourself lost and tumbling with each new horrific story in the news, look for someone who is grounded. It’s easy to spot them. They’re well-balanced, sensible, and reasonable. Most of all, they understand the importance of the ordinary things in life. And, there are more of them around than you might think. Usually, they’re just going about their business quietly and confidently. They know life is hard, but God is good. That’s where the confidence comes from.

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Thanks for the visit today. It’s been lovely to share a cup with you, whether you’re sitting among blueberry muffin crumbs, or cozily settled in your favourite chair. By the time you read this, I will be back home looking out over our white-blanketed lawn to the snow-dusted bales in the field beyond. And so it goes.

Stay safe out there, and see you next time.

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Even a leaf in the wind settles sometimes.

Alison Goodman

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All images from Pixabay. Feature Image by Rebekka D from Pixabay Poem, How the Leaves Came Down, is in the public domain and can be found here.

Living the Moment

September and the Bend in the Road

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A bend in the road is not the end of the road, unless you fail to make the turn.

Helen Keller

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Hello Friend,

Welcome back! I’m so glad you’ve dropped in today. We’ve been having perfect September days, which is a blessing after such a tumultuous summer.

I have tea and cupcakes waiting out on the deck. Come on out and let’s enjoy this weather.

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Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the Fall.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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I don’t know about you, but for me September is the beginning of the new year. The air is fresh and pregnant with new beginnings. I buy new daytimers, feel hopeful about new goals, add new journals to my growing stash. And I can’t resist wandering the store to look at school supplies. The nostalgia and memories they bring! Yes, September is all that for me.

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The track of the golden autumn wound its bright way visibly through the green summer of the trees.

Wilkie Collins

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September feels fleeting too, at least it does where I live. All too soon the biting winds will arrive, ushering in grey days and dark nights. So I feel like I need to purposely take it in; to stand on the deck (sitting is not purposeful enough) and acknowledge how the sound of the rustling leaves is different this time of year. I must deliberately walk by the flower bed and applaud the zinnias for saving their most colourful songs until now; to praise the sunflowers, which were seeds the size of my pinky fingernail in May, now grown taller and straighter than I am.

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Image by Vijaya narasimha from Pixabay

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september,
teach me to 
soften
in change.
to learn the 
art
of release.
to savor the 
last of the wild blooms
before they go.
@emoryhall

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This September, the bend in the road is taking The Cowboy and me somewhere new. We’ve been cleaning out and rearranging. The Cowboy has been putting in extra storage shelves, finishing up the little kitchen downstairs, and making room in the shop. Then, my parents moved into a suite in our walkout basement.

The moving truck arrived this week with their furniture and possessions, and we all got to work unpacking and moving them in. Babe came out on her day off to help, reminiscing with Grandma whenever she came upon something she remembered from Grandma’s house. Old and treasured possessions in a new home, making it instantly cozy and comforting.

However, to feel at home will take time. This is a big bend in the road for them, having left their home and province of decades. But I’m so glad they’re here.

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In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty. And that’s the way new leaves grow.

Amit Ray

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Change is hard, but having lived through many changing seasons myself I’ve learned that pain and beauty can exist side-by-side. And sometimes, the pain makes the beauty stand out even more if one only chooses to take it in.

And God is good.

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Everyone must make time to sit and watch the leaves change.

Elizabeth Lawrence

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Thanks so much for stopping by today, I’ve missed you! I hope we can have another visit before too long. Stay safe out there, and see you next time.

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Feature Image by Michael Schwarzenberger from Pixabay All other images not captioned, by Jill Wellington of Pixabay.

Living the Moment/Sanctuarium

Shelter

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These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of the forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth, – And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.

Henry Van Dyke

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Hello Friend,

It’s been awhile hasn’t it?

Actually, life got busy with the grandkids, then we had a holiday, and then I lost the entire month of April to the dreaded virus. That part was not fun!

But all is well now, and I’m so glad you dropped in. Let’s have tea on the veranda. Do you mind the rocking chair? Or would you prefer the cushioned wicker chair? It’s been unseasonably warm, but the veranda is neither too hot nor too cold, and refreshing breezes usually waft in.

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Image by Jill Wellington of Pixabay

No matter where you are in the world, you are at home when tea is served.

Earlene Grey

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I love sitting here, especially in the mornings, when I can watch the sun rising in the sky. Since the sun rises earlier and earlier these days, I’m not up in time to see its beginning glow on the horizon, but I do love to watch it flicker through the shimmering poplars and make dancing patterns of light and shadow on the grass as it slowly moves higher and higher in the sky.

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Image by Adrian Campfield from Pixabay 

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I was so happy to get home after our holiday. In fact, I got hit with the virus in the last days of the holiday and everything in me begged to be home. So, when I finally walked through these doors I felt home envelop me. It was my sheltering, safe place to recover.

In our worst moments and situations we seek shelter, don’t we? A place where we can come in out of the storms we’re facing, if only for a moment of restorative peace and contemplation. A place to remember who we are in this chaotic world.

During my illness I got daily texts from Mom and a good friend, and other people checked in by text or message too. They apologized for bothering me, but I found shelter and comfort in their checkup.

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Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm, and in those times of trouble when you are most alone, the memory of love will bring you home.

John Denver

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Sometimes, like those not far from my home who have had to escape the devastating wildfires raging in our province, our place of shelter needs to be a physical place. Other times our shelter is a person, someone who understands us to our core. And other times shelter can be found in a memory, a hobby, a piece of music – anything that brings healing to our weary souls.

What I love about this little music video is that you can hear the wind and the storm outside when the young man opens the door to walk in, and for just a few moments there is respite, before heading back out there again. (You may catch his reluctance to leave in the way he touches the piano one last time before walking to the door.)

The truth is we can’t live in a constant state of shelter; we have to live in this world, which is fraught with misunderstandings, storms, and chaos. But isn’t it comforting to know that shelter can eventually be found if you look for it?

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Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.

Matthew 11:28

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It’s been wonderful to visit with you again, thank you so much for stopping in. Stay safe out there, and see you next time.

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Feature Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay 

Living the Moment

February Five on Friday

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There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is.

Albert Einstein

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Hello Friend,

Come in, come in. What a treat to have you stop in! Thank you for braving the cold for this visit.

The last several weeks, those of us who live in these parts have been lured into thinking that Lady Spring is just around the corner when in fact, we’ll be hunkered down with Grandpa Winter for a couple more months at least. Today, like yesterday, it’s bitterly cold out there, but the new snow is making everything look fresh and white, isn’t it?

Come, sit in my favourite chair by the fireplace and I’ll pour the tea. Cream, sugar, and soothing honey are just there on the little table, and please try one or two of the Chocolate Crunchies I made yesterday. They’re a chocolate cookie dipped in sugar, although they didn’t turn out quite like I remember my mom making them. After rolling the dough into balls, you’re supposed to dip one side into sugar. But I wonder if, after rolling the dough into balls, Mom first dipped one side in water and then sugar. That would make it more of a coating than a sprinkle. Either way, they’re a taste of chocolatey goodness with our tea.

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Image by Jill Wellington of Pixabay

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Will you have another cookie? Go ahead and get cozy, and you’re welcome to wrap up in this fleecy blanket. I wanted to share with you five things that have brought me sparks of joy this week.

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ONE

I’ve been contemplating how our windows are perfectly positioned for sunrises, which gently sweep across my bookshelves and tiptoe across the floor out the double doors of my library. In the living room they touch Grandpa’s old secretary desk, turning it a warm golden brown.

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TWO

The Cowboy and I recently got home from one week looking after three grandsons, two provinces away. They are busy boys and we loved being with them. Such a contrast to our quiet lives at home. It’s delightful to be swept up in the doings and shenanigans of young boys, and then satisfying to return home again. I have to admit that the first thing I did upon walking in our door was to sit down in my library and smile at my bookshelves. I could swear they smiled back, as if to say where have you been? We missed you.

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In a good bookroom you feel that in some mysterious way you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin without even opening them.

Mark Twain

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THREE

I’ve joined the local quilting club. I can’t always make it, but once a week almost two dozen quilters meet in the village hall. We each bring our own sewing machines and current projects. We set up a network of long tables end to end and face to face, and space ourselves out next to and across from each other, sharing extension cords that snake their way to the nearest outlet. It’s a comfortable time of sharing lives and ideas; spending the day learning from each other while doing something we all love to do. Once a month we collectively work on a Comfort Quilt, which is eventually given to someone in the community who is hurting. Last month 13 Comfort Quilts were given away and, according to the most recent club minutes, there are 30 in inventory.

I’m working on a baby-girl quilt that I started years ago. It’s for nobody in particular. I only wanted to work on something girly after all the boys’ quilts I’ve made recently.

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FOUR

We live near a little village on the lake. Many people live there year round, but in the summer it swells with cottagers and campers. It was pretty deserted when I drove through it on my way to Quilt Club this week, and I couldn’t resist stopping for a photo of the ice-cream shop and boat rental. Closed for the season, of course, but charming nonetheless. I think the reason I stopped may have had something to do with the light.

There is a beauty in the depth of winter. The light in February is like no other light I can think of during the rest of the year. Some days it is bright, cheerful, encouraging me with its happiness despite the cold. Other times it is airy and delicate, as though emanating through a filmy sheer fabric.

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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Crowfoot

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FIVE

Without musicians there is no magic.

Jan Willem de With

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This piece of music is so soothing for a February day. I find it is best appreciated with eyes closed. Listen to each piano note as though it were a perfect pearl, strung on the four interwoven silky threads of the string music.

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Wasn’t that enchanting? Thank you so much for the visit today, it was lovely to have your company. Stay safe out there and see you next time.

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Feature Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay