Connie’s Comments and Verse

What better way to start a day than with coffee and some inspirational reading.

Maybe you start with your Bible,

Or an author who lifts your spirits.

Take time for that and some stillness,

Before you check the obits.

If you’re not listed as my friend said,

Then rise and start your day,

You’ll be more ready to face what comes,

With your nerves less likely to fray!

Six Word Saturday

Peace through pandemic sought through nature.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have to write more than six words today, although I thought a lot about that heading

before I wrote it. I recently moved within my building to a different apartment simply to gain a small balcony and a sliding door to the outside world. I had missed being able to be outside, even for a few minutes without going to the elevator and down to the lower level. At this time in my life, it was good to downsize, pare away peels and layers of “stuff.” It was good to have done that during this weird time of pandemic–because of how a world event such as this forces you to realize–nothing is more important than love and the people in your life.

Neighbors have stepped up to aid neighbors and many have rethought how they live due to being home more with extra reflecting time.

When I feel uncertain of what activity to pursue next, or I contemplate the seriousness of our world, that is when I need that view of nature. Looking out at the hills I always remember the scripture I’ve heard so often: “I lift my eyes to the hills–where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1-2 NIV.

A few minutes looking at the trees, the peaceful farms across the ridge, and birds rearranging themselves in the trees below never fails to calm my spirit and life my mood.

Shadow Shot Sunday

At my local museum of art,

I’m buoyed by the significance,

1000 cranes bring to my heart.

The crane is supposed to be,

A sign of hope for me and you,

I pray that as they’re sent out,

The gift of hope travels true.

People are supposed to send out the cranes as signs of hope to friends, family, etc.

The Bellefonte Art Museum will keep a record of how far and where they travel.

We can all use hope during this stressful, frightening, uncertain time.

Thankful Thursday

Well, here I am on Thursday again. I wrote a couple of blogs earlier this week, but didn’t send as I was dissatisfied with them. I know, we talked about that and making decisions. I’ve had a sore, swollen ankle for a few days and have no sure diagnosis on that yet either. Xray showed nothing broken and blood clot ruled out. It still hurts when I walk. I have an appt. coming up with my orthopedic doctor. What is my point?

This morning, as I used the pool in my building to soak my ankle, my thoughts turned to thankfulness. I am healthy for 78 and when some small medical problem comes along, it causes me to feel empathy for the many, many people who battle health problems every day. I pray for several who have ongoing problems and are in captivity more than most people because of the pandemic.

Please stop the political liaisons and pray for a solution for the world for COVID-19 and take it and science seriously.

Looks like some sort of galactic battle taking place. Nature couldn’t decide on the type of clouds for the day.

From Waffling Wednesday to Thankful Thursday

There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.

William James

On Wednesday, already at the center of the week, I was paralyzed with indecision. Nothing earth-shaking, but simple every day choices to make. Should I continue to ice my swollen sore ankle and hope it got better, or was it time to call a doctor? Should I try to get some walking in and push through the discomfort? Should I venture out to shop for a couple of items at a time when I am still a little uncomfortable, despite the care most store are exercising for our safety?

I read my devotional materials for the day and answered a call. It was a friend with whom I’ve been reading the same prayer throughout the last month. As we caught up for a few minutes, I found myself laughing as she described a picture her daughter had sent of her pug, complete with life vest, swimming in a lake.

An ordinary moment, that changed my attitude about the day. “Make a decision and step out,” someone in my past had said. That’s what I did with a good result.

Today, Thursday, I woke up with a song on my mind. It was “What a wonderful world,” in Louis Armstrong’s voice. I gave thanks for all that I’ve experienced and been blessed with in my life.

Notice that in the foreground, I spotted a stop sign –a reminder to look up and find the light.

Tuesday’s Child is Full of Grace

First printed source of the Nursery Rhyme was in 1838 in A. e. Bray’s Traditions of Devonshire (Volume II, pp. 287-288)

Although it was first printed in 1838, the tradition of fortune telling by days of birth is much older. Thomas Nashe recalled stories told to young children in Suffolk in the 1570s, known as fortune-telling rhymes.

What does it mean to be full of grace? Googling it reports that a child of Tuesday will be gracious, agreeable, refined, and polite in manner of behavior. (From The Free Dictionary) idioms.

That sounds wonderful. Could we all try it for today, being it’s Tuesday?

Nature’s Artwork

A spider worked all day,

While I took many breaks,

His finished product a masterpiece,

Of symmetry with no mistakes.

But never satisfied,

And with his food to procure,

He kept at it and at dawn,

I saw that there were more.

Each web was different,

Some as yet not complete,

It seems the standards were high,

To catch exactly what he could eat.

It seemed like if the finished web wasn’t perfect, he moved on. Not bad advice is it?

The Wonders of Wednesday

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.”

Neil Armstrong

I wonder why the rabbits picked on my lupines that I just planted.

I wonder each morning and evening at the incredible beauty in sunrise and sunset.

I wonder what my dog thinks as she watches me in a yoga pose.

I wonder if the scientists are right about the COVID-19 spreading more by air and less through surface droplets.

I wonder if the small things I do, in an attempt to make my corner of the world better–matter.

I wonder what my mother would say about all the things that have occurred in the last 24 years since her death.

I wonder if I’ll ever stop caring what people think of me.

I wonder why I am so blessed at this time in my life–and I am in awe.

I wonder why➖to so many people➖things are black or white only.

I wonder why sometimes it’s easier to hold my “see the other side”attitude in than it is to find words to defend it.

Thursday’s Travels

I’ll start the day by gathering the blueberries,

I ordered with excitement,

Freezing some and eating many,

Blue lips will serve as indictment.

Next I’ll travel a few miles south,

To help a friend whose husband’s in hospital,

I’ll feed and play with their beloved cat.

Hoping he’ll only nip me a little.

Then on to pick up a gift I have bought,

Hand-thrown pottery made for a shelf,

I’ll be doing well to give it up,

I really would like it for myself.

“Adopt the pace if nature. Her secret is patience.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

On a more serious note today: A venture into Haiku

Only God could paint,

Such power and light as this.

Who can even name,

The colors He has chosen.

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