Autumn in the Smoky Mountains (a photo)

This looks like an awfully nice backdrop for a wedding, right? Well, that’s exactly what it was in October 2019 when Rachel’s brother got married. I got to hang with Rachel’s family during that trip to Tennessee.

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A Quiet Hour at the Creek (photos)

My anxiety has been getting the best of me lately, but it’s improving. The other day, my grandfather and I spent a quiet hour at a little creek and wooded area in our neighborhood just to get out of the house. It helped.

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Down by the Creek (a poem)

We’re at the creek because this is a happy place

for us – the birdsong is soothing, the trickling water

reminds me these places exist in reality –

not just the online world we live in.

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In the Garden (a poem)

In the garden, I dig my hands into the cool,

dark soil and pull out weeds – it feels so good

to connect with our Mother. The sun is shining

and I can smell the rosebush near the shed,

reminding me not all is lost, that when

we’re all gone, there will be peace again.

(Photo by Ricardo Resende on Unsplash)

Another Channel (a poem)

I want to feel connected to the planet –

wet, black soil after a hard rain or swaying

tree boughs that reach out, wish to embrace me.

I want it so much, and yet, I feel nothing –

only a dullness where the planet is another channel

on so many screens, divorced from the living ground

of my ancestors.

(Photo by Jisun Han on Unsplash)

Swing Bench (a poem)

Sometimes I think of my soul as though it were a tree
Standing tall, reaching for the sun
The sun rises, the sun sets
Each day is the same
But then you came along, my gardener
You trimmed the parts that were too heavy to hold
You made adjustments to make me grow stronger
You set a foundation around my trunk
To keep me upright and strong
You made it beautiful with flowers and a pond full of koi
You placed a swing bench near by
Where you could sit and admire your work
When you are gone, I still grow strong toward the sun
But I miss giving you shade while you read under me
The days pass and it feels like a never ending winter
You will come back, as sure as the sun, with its warmth
You’ll once again shape me to grow better and stronger

Today’s quote – a reminder on patience from Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” – commonly attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson. I love this quote and have actually posted it on the wall in our home office. Like many, I can be very impatient, and this quote reminds me that good things come in time – often in God’s time, not mine.

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