Ever since I was a young girl, I have been enamored of “rolling hills” and farmland. My third grade class studied farm machinery and went out to the plains of Illinois to see a farm. It was nice, but when I caught a glimpse of Kentucky and Iowa on a family trip that summer, I raved about the “rolling hills”. Now I am living up in Wisconsin, where ice age glaciers left deposits across most of the state in landforms known as moraines, kames, drumlins, and eskers. I am in heaven when I venture west from the city of Milwaukee and wind my way around farms nestled between these ancient hills. I am planning to aim toward this horizon more intentionally in the future. Steve & I are hoping to move next year to a more rural village and live a simpler, slower life. May we all reach our desired horizons before the darkness comes!
P.S. to enjoy this horizon in a wider view, just click on the picture!
I have always identified with autumn colors. My eyes are brown and green, flecked with gold. My hair is a sort of light brown with golden strands that catch the sunlight. I was a true blonde until my late teens when I began to shun the California sun for indoor time with my studies. My sister nicknamed me “Golden Girl”. I have never colored my hair and have only one gray one (which I pluck when it gets more than an inch long!). I love to stroll the green spaces where I live, and I get a little uneasy in a plane when all I see below are dusty expanses. Green is my go-to color. My mother never liked green and made pronouncements about why it was “bad” for a kitchen, for clothing, for just about everything except plants. I grew up revering my parents’ opinions, and learning to develop my own style is something I’ve come into rather late, I think. Sorry, Mom. I WILL wear green and decorate my indoor space with it liberally! This picture reflects a wonderful tapestry of fall colors, with a blue sky for background and a towering church which seems like it is being overtaken by vegetation. This is also me: my monumental Christianity is slowly being eclipsed and colored by a more prominent display of natural life. This is the hue of me:
Star Wars Day at Discovery World museum is this Saturday. I’m the OLDEST female guest service team member; most of my colleagues weren’t even alive when the first movie came out! Yoda is going to be my alter-ego for the day. I’m old, wise, and I know what an introductory adverbial clause is!
This is the type of untidiness that needs not to be swept into piles and discarded in the gutter or collected in bags or cans. This is the dazzling detritus of Autumn, the fancy foliage of decrepitude; this splendid scattering of scarlet and gold makes sweet decay a glorious fate! Go ahead, Death, be proud! Come, decomposers, you fungi and millipedes, and create symphonies underfoot! Take a shuffling walk about this afternoon and breathe the perfume of change (if you’re not allergic!). Ain’t life (with Death included) grand?!
Ever had one of those days? Decidedly moody, unable to focus, liable to shed tears at any moment. It started as I was driving in to work. By lunch break, I had a poem scribbled on the back of a museum map in my pocket. By afternoon break, I had texted my children just to tell them I missed their dad. Lovely souls that they are, they reached back immediately with cyber hugs. (thanks, kids!) So here’s the poem – no title came with it.
What can I do?
— it’s October
the sumac is red and my poor, backward head
is flooding nostalgia like liquid amber.
If I picked up guitar and a blues-country twang
— and sang
it’d be you in the sunshine
white overalls, your shirt as blue as your eyes
walking me home from school
sweet, musky sweat
your warm, solid arm
the newness of the world in the flash of your smile
Happy Columbus Day! As it’s a federal holiday, United States Postal Service workers got a day off, so Steve & I went on a 7-mile hike on the Ice Age Trail around Holy Hill. The air was crisp and sunny; the leaves were resplendent, and I couldn’t have been happier to be outside with my favorite trail partner. We’ve missed this in our recent life and are making plans to change our lifestyle so that slow walks in nature are given priority again. We talked about the process of awareness and making decisions. We can do better. This is an infinite process, but it’s not about the results; it’s about the journey. The climb. The progressiveness. “Pointing the canoe” and paddling toward your values – like integrity. I am dedicated to giving it my best shot. And here’s my favorite of the day – very fitting for the theme, I think: