Good Sunday morning! On the porch this morning with a thick robe tied tight, slippy-socks, and a quilt tucked around me. But it is oh, so beautiful! I stepped out to see the big ol’ moon shining through the gnarled pecan tree. How fast time slips past; was it just a month ago that I saw the moon like that? The tree has much less leaves now. I watched the moon disappear into a pale sky as dawn came.
It is amazing how refreshing it is to get away from the house and normal routine, even if it was no further than twenty miles of riding around town, spending the day looking at and trying on cars. So enjoyed it with son and grandson yesterday. We put our butts in every model that I’d researched and that had been recommended, too. Drove a number of them, been surprised, and have narrowed down my desire considerably. Nope, not telling. We’ll see which I end up getting.
The wonderful thing about this point in my life is having learned that what is right for me will come to me at the right time. I cannot be moved by the idea: “Better get it before it’s sold to someone else.” Nor by the idea that I have to settle for something less than is right and good for me, wrung out by the silly idea to ‘be practical.’ Practical is usually someone else’s idea of what is right.
The thing is to listen to guidance inside, and do so with patience. These produce peace, and there is nothing more valuable in this world than peace. If it is not peaceful, then it is not of God. Doesn’t mean no bumps in the road, or no effort, but that one goes through the effort with a good measure of peace. Feeling the peace is my guide.
Wishing you a peaceful day!
Good Sunday morning! Cool 69* here! Open windows, and I went to put on a robe. A summer weight robe, but one all the same. Perfect weather, because I’m still bare-footin’. No breeze, not a ripple of a tree leaf, peaceful and quiet, except for a very noisy scolding squirrel, who appears quite upset about something. He should be upset. Yesterday evening I was standing under a pecan tree and got hit in the head by a piece of pecan shell. Broken pecan shells litter the ground beneath the trees, the squirrels getting what few nuts the old trees have produced this year.
The sun’s golden rays paint the trees far across the pasture, and the tip-top of this old pecan tree. A new day stretches. Another 24 hours of my life. What will I do with it? I know one thing–no work. I’m a workaholic and have to be stern with myself on this issue. There’s just so much to be done around here, and I find myself saying, “Oh, I’ll just clean up this…” Today none of that. Today is only Fun! Well, I do have fun working.
Then I think of this quote by the late great author Reynold’s Price: “Strength just comes in one brand – you. Stand up at sunrise and meet what they send you and keep your hair combed.”
The quote gives me a smile. My hair is very often uncombed, and I’m often kneeling or sitting at sunrise, but I’m standing up on the inside, and there’s nothing else to do but meet what the day sends.
Sending love to all.
The air is heavy, thick and warm. I turned on the fan. Crickets in rhythm, and then this little squeak that got louder…louder and stronger. A single cicada in the pecan tree, I think. Oh, now several. I’d thought they were done for the year. Then there is this strange croaking from the back yard. Bullfrog?
Busy day ahead–first day of the first grade for Little Dude! First day for myself being on my own. I have plenty to keep me busy. I must be determined to schedule time to write.
I begin here and now, with a cup of tea at hand, and this tiny keyboard on my iPhone. My goodness, how much a part of my whole life have I been held up by a cup of tea and a keyboard!
God bless us all today. What’s on your agenda?