It's All About the Journey

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Setting Pace with Nature

A friend pointed out to me an article in The Conservationist, a circular that encompasses New York State wildlife.  An Emerson fan, she thought of me when the author of an article spoke of Emerson.  Naturally drawn to Emerson, I looked up the article, Chomping at Nature’s Bit by Eli Knapp.  There it was.  “Adapt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.”  

I can agree with this concept.  Nature is very patient.  She wait for us to mess up, then she calmly takes over.  Paved roads break up while she takes over.  Brush grows up in fields that the farmer has kept plowed, our neglect becomes her tapestry.

I have forbidden the groundhog hunt here on our civilized patch.  Build more garden, share it, I say (I’m not the one building the garden, easy for me to say).  Then again, if you need to remove them, do not ever let me know.  I cannot bear the thought.  I’m definitely a human heart here, while they live on instinct, and the reality of the world is that, if we want to keep our crops for harvest, we need to limit their “help” in harvesting!

Back to the subject at hand, Emerson and Nature.  I encourage you to read his essay.  Absorb it.  Be patient with it.

In patience, I seek a word from this essay to inspire you, my readers, to seek.  Difficult at the least, I send you this:  Nature is loved by what is best in us.  It is loved as the city of God.  I dare not say more, at least, not now.  Emerson is difficult in that we cannot take mere quotes and have them realized in and of themselves, they must be coupled with the rest of the essay.  The one thing I have learned from Emerson can bring my defeat as his follower:  Lay this volume down.   You had better never see my essays than to be warped by their attraction out of your own orbit and be made my satellite.  Then let me lay this volume down, and step outdoors where my dog absorbs nature, she is my lesson.  As are the birds, the groundhog, and the breeze which blows against my face.

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The Kingdom of Drawer

One wouldn’t think that the simple act of changing out a drawer could change one’s world.  But it is one step closer to the freedom of love and belonging.

Our utensils have “lived” in a pellmell world.  A large drawer with two molded plastic trays and no room for any one thing in each, ruling this little kingdom called Drawer in almost complete anarchy.  Until yesterday.  We took the drawer out and cleaned it out.  Completely.  The goal, to get rid of those things that weigh us down.  Plastic spoons from early childhood days, grapefruit knives that no longer even look like grapefruit knives, blades that fall out of old wooden handles.  Butter knives.  Many many butter knives.  Last count was eight and I kept two out (just in case), there could be more hidden in these kitchen drawers.

And, what did we do with the remains of the kingdom of Drawer?  We gave them a new look.  An old utensil mold that had no more use, except that it was enormous, went into Drawer.

I entered the Kingdom of Drawer this morning in search of a spoon for my coffee, and the peace I found inside of this little drawer kingdom was of such comfort, I felt the need to spread this good news.  Everything was right.  Everything was neat and tidy, and all knew their place.  They are happy.

Life is about being happy, even if it is only one drawer at a time.  Keep your pace, find your peace, even if it is only one drawer at a time.  The rest will come.


Life is an Emoji

Skipping through social media, as best as I could this morning, waiting for the ads to load so I could scroll, I stumbled across the word “emoji,” and have thought about it some.  As I scroll, I hit these little icons of like, love, thankful, wow.  I rarely do any of the others, I just keep scrolling.  Sometimes I remember to delete the ads I’ve seen way too much, for fear of saying something spiteful, we shouldn’t dwell in a negative world.

Then my break comes.  Gracie, the black lab.  She gets up in the morning, and while I am hovering over the laptop and a cuppa joe, she wants her hugs.  “You are the best puppy ever!” I state, and she shudders and chatters her teeth, her happy sign.  I wish I had an emoji for that.  Wait.  No I don’t.  She is alive and affectionate.  We step outside, where her “babies” wait for her (a stuffed bone, and a stuffed skunk, she takes her pick).  The morning birds announce the morning, despite the dark rain clouds that keep the sun from shining.

And the birds, we keep the bird feeders full, despite instruction that they need to now find food on their own.  We are enjoying them way too much.  We even saw Baltimore orioles the other day!

We found her crying in the box of sawdust.  The stray kitten that wandered from mama’s nest, somewhere in that haymow.  She cried and cried.  Barn kittens, we leave them for mama to find.  (She did find her!)

All signs of life, a full life, and in the circle of life.  Life in signs:  the apple blossoms, the dogwood trees, the daffodils and tulips as they awaken, and now, the lilacs.  (As soon as the sweet honeysuckle blooms, I am reminded that heaven exists.)

Stop and listen.  Just for a moment.  The world goes on.  It’s a better place.


De-Tangle!

It’s been a very long week.  Two weeks.  I tend to become jumbled.  My solution?  I tend to turn to Emerson.  He uses nature as his medium, the following is from his essay “Nature:”

…as objects of science…no man touches these divine natures without becoming, in some degree, himself divine.  Like a new soul, they renew the body…life is no longer irksome…for the first time, we exist.  We become immortal, for we learn that time and space are reflections of matter…they have no affinity…

And then as we look ahead, we need to remember and personalize:

Fear always springs from ignorance…see it to be a lie andyou have already dealt it its mortal blow.

Go inward, to come out on with the breath of God upon your face.  Onward and upward, let us become fellow Americans once more.  Helping each other, aiding each other, depending on one another, bearing even weight to make our burden lighter.


Writer’s “Cramp”

Reviewing this blog, I’ve noticed that I haven’t been very faithful.  So, I thought that, perhaps, you’d like to know how I myself am doing at this fiction writing exercise.  I’m interested in knowing what my readers are doing.  Are you writing?  Has the challenge tickled your imagination yet?

I admit, I haven’t written daily.  Out of all of my resources of books to grab sentences from, they all seemed to identify the book itself.  I know that, should I pursue any intentions, too, I have to rewrite that first sentence, so as to not to plagarize.

Here is what has happened so far…

The story of a small boy sitting in a tree, deciding the things that should be…

Houses shuttering their windows against the dust of the hot dry summer sun, taking their nap…

The rain set in early that night…

He picked up a copy of the early edition and studied the front page…

What I find most interesting is that each of the stories ended up with an entirely different take than what I had thought they’d end up being.  Then I wonder how in the world I came up with THAT?

These are all rough (very rough) drafts, but eventually I will come up, I believe, with something to construct my very own novel with.  Even if I don’t, the exercise is a lot of fun.  But like all exercise, it does take discipline and consistency in order to get results!

 

 


Emerson-ism

“What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think…you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after our own, but the great man is he who, in the midst of the crowd, keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”