Posts Tagged "Autumn"

Turning. . . A Simple Gift

Posted by on Oct 28, 2015 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 2 comments

Turning. . . A Simple Gift

  Saturday, Bruce and I drove down to Newberry, South Carolina, for Oktoberfest. We hung out at one of our favorite bookstores, Books On Main, visited with friends old and new, and sold books. It was delightful. But, in our minds was the little detail of time. We were on a schedule. At 2:30 we needed to leave since I had another destination that evening. But there were people still buying, so we lingered a bit. After all, if people are buying, you don’t leave. But as soon as we could we packed up, hurried to the car, and Bruce drove back up the mountain.   Then I switched gears. Throwing my already packed bag in the car, I said goodbye to my husband, and off I drove for a writer’s weekend near Boone, North Carolina. Whew.   This is our life. Switching gears. The turn around. The next event, next day at work, next project to get done, next book, next trip. As we drove, the spectacular Autumn foliage popped up around every curve. The season has changed and the trees have “turned”. Bruce commented on the song from The Byrds called Turn, Turn, Turn. (To Everything There Is A Season) by Pete Seeger. As a young adult it was one of his favorite songs. He especially liked the harmonies, and the words come straight from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, which of course talks about the changing seasons.   Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.   I didn’t know the song well, but as he described it, the melody and words floated into my memory, as songs often do. Yes, I knew that song.   Then he mentioned a song I didn’t know. Simple Gifts, a Shaker tune. Here are the words to this piece.   Simple Gifts (by Elder Joseph) Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free. ‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be, And when we find ourselves in the place just right, ‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight. When true simplicity...

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Benefits of Transitional Seasons – Like Snow on Leaves

Posted by on Nov 3, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Leaves shouted their existence with riotous color as the branches, clothed in pure white demanded recognition of the soon demise of Autumn. I stood in my kitchen, gazing in wonder at the five inches of snow blanketing the deck and the back half of our property.     My heart jumped with delight at the whiteness. Snow makes me happy. But then the leaves,   jostled by the wind waved at me. What about us? We aren’t through yet, you know! We thought Autumn was your favorite season. Traitor!   That night the wind howled. I snuggled deeper under the covers and listened to the sound of trees bending and swaying, the gusts inevitably tearing more leaves from the trees. Still,  the wind comforted me. The sounds of windy nights always bring memories of my  childhood in the Great Plains. Comfort food for the mind.   The next morning, the view out the back window was admittedly less pleasant. No snow. Noticeably fewer leaves. But then I peeked as far left as I could and there they were. Some trees still gloriously covered in bright yellow leaves. On our way to and from church we saw more vibrant trees shouting the triumphant survival of Autumn.   Yes, the snow warns that winter is coming. We must prepare but we can still enjoy some Autumn before Winter arrives for good.   I love the fact that God gives us some warning.   I have a set of four paper “lampshades” that fit on top of a night-light. They are seasonal. So, on the first day of Autumn I fulfill my ritual and I change the lampshade. When winter comes, I change it again. Each season is acknowledged by the changing of the lampshade. It is a rare day indeed that I change it early or late. No, it must be on the FIRST day of the season.   God isn’t that way. Otherwise, one day would be beautiful crisp Autumn with picture perfect leaves, and the next Winter, complete with a blizzard. How would we adjust to that?   Not well, I’m afraid.   And while we are thinking about transitional benefits let us not forget aging. Now, I don’t consider myself old but I’ve had a rather shocking episode of aging this summer. With the failure of my tendon I’ve faced the reality that I’m not as young as I used to be.   If someone had told me in June that I would be JOYFULLY wearing a brace on my left foot, a brace I very well may have to wear for the rest of my life I’m afraid my reaction would not have been pleasant or accepting! But throw in a few months of inability to function and well, the brace seems like a friend.   So, I’ll enjoy the next few days of beautiful sixty degree afternoons and crisp nights. Maybe I’ll take my new brace and go for a walk stomping in the crunchy leaves,...

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Preparations

Posted by on Oct 29, 2012 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

At six o’clock this morning the power went off. We knew it right away because the bathroom fan we run at night for “white noise” stopped and the printer in the corner of the bedroom beeped. Yes, every room in our house becomes an office—but that’s a different story. The power was off for an hour and since then we have increased our preparations. We’ve drawn up water, searched out candles and flashlights, started the laundry, the dishwasher is running, and Bruce is checking out a used generator online. It is windy, cold, blustery and miserable outside and I’m loving it! Other than the fact that we may lose power again and all of the pretty leaves have blown off the trees, I think it’s wonderful. I’m sitting at my kitchen table watching the trees at the back of the property bend and sway with the wind. The leaves dance and fly frantically through the air. Here we are, at the end of October and winter is just around the corner. This blustery type of day with winds gusting well into the 50’s is quite reminiscent of life in Wyoming and South Dakota. This is just one of those Fall days. The temperatures FALL, the leaves FALL, and sometimes even tree branches and power lines FALL. The sun is shining—part of the time—and it is forecast to start in this afternoon with the rain/snow mixture that is supposed to come with this type of weather. I’m telling you folks, it feels like the middle of October in South Dakota. The thing about this weather is that I think it really has something to do with God getting us ready for winter. You see, if we went from the beautiful 70 degree days to the cold of winter it would be a shock. But, when you throw a few of these blustery “cold” 40 and 50 degree days into the mix in October the shock isn’t so great. It kind of reminds me of how he prepares us with little problems so that when the big trials come we can stand tall and not topple over. So, bring it on! I have a house full of books and I started a pot of beans this morning. I might even make some soup. There are just some important things to do on days like...

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