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New Beginnings

Spring

Windows open, cool breeze, warm temperatures, and almost smell the season of spring that’s in the air. A time when inspiration comes to life to organize, clean, and possibility start new projects. I enjoy feeling that incentive to open the windows, to go outside, and ideas begin to flow. Plans are made for summer vacations, get-together with friends and family, and schedules become filled with positive plans.

The outside becomes revitalized from the cold winter that kept me indoors. It can become a time for new beginnings. I feel rejuvenated and young to enjoy the park with my grand-kids, to walk around the lake, and freedom from the heavy coats and sweaters.

At times, it may be easy to restore some furniture, refresh the paint in a room, but it can be harder to uplift the spirit when ideas did not materialize as planned or some changes came with unplanned confusion or disappointments.

I think there are times in life, like the changing of the seasons to let go and start again. To establish new goals, toss out the old ideas, and begin again. It’s a project like any other; it takes time and effort. I think about goals that were previously established and not achieved, but like spring, it’s time to let go and begin again. Let go of the regrets, let go of the cold thoughts, let go of the heavy worries, and spring forward to a new beginning!

New Beginnings

Bursting through the soil,
Reaching for the sunlight,
Flowing in the breezed,
Buds and blooms begin again.

Fresh colors of rainbows,
Fragrances to stimulate,
Buzzing sounds to gather,
The outside comes to life.

Blue skies to inspire,
Green carpets to explore,
Nature gives birth to spring,
Songs of hope to sing!

SGW

The Misty Fog

Mabry Mill

The misty fog can offer a welcoming surprise in the clearing. I know I feel like I’m in the fog, at times, with creative ideas. My thoughts become stumped while writing, and then it comes to me. Life has its moments when situations seem muddled, lacking answers and directions, and then with faith and hope, the fog lifts, and I’m able to see a path, a strategy that can lead me towards my dreams.

I have traveled early in the mornings, and late in the evenings when fog sets in, headlights just bouncing back from the fog, blinding me to see the following curve. I have to slow my speed down and keep my attention closer to the front area of my hood and edge of the road. Like my life, there are times I have to focus more on me, my surroundings and take my time before making some serious decisions.

But it’s those times coming out of the fog and what I am able to see. Like a picture, captured with surrounding fog, it gives it something unique, life becomes unique surrounded in the fog. I’ve noticed that when I’m hiking in the fog my other senses become more sensitive and aware, I hear more of nature and I notice more around me while feeling the gentleness of the mist. I know I appreciate those sunny, bright moments, but sometimes I don’t slow down enough to take in my surrounding. Yes, I enjoy seeing the blue of the sky, experiencing the warmth of the sun, and I am able to see further while driving, but traveling through the fog can become a unique experience that adds gratification, suspense, and reward.

A Change in the Scenery

Devoted to the challenge,
Striving for the best,
Aware of the improvements,
Changes are necessary.

Stumbles in the dark,
Puzzle pieces are missing,
Lack of light to see,
Frustration comes with change.

Acceptance of help,
Gasping hold of hope,
Believing in possibilities,
Change brings rewards.

SGW

The Heart Believes

Let the Magic Begin

Years come, and they go, but the memories they generate can have a lasting effect. When I was young I truly believed in the spiritual magic of the Holidays. My birthday is six days before Christmas and usually landed on the last day of school before Christmas break or on the weekend when all my friends and family could attend my party. It was the start of a warm feeling that seemed to grow. My grandmother would travel to be with us on my birthday and stay through till Christmas, and sometimes New Year’s. My favorite cake became the homemade, delightfully delicious red velvet cake that my mother made from the recipe passed down from my grandmother. In the kitchen, a baking aroma for that week would fill the house with sweets, breads, and a variety of scrumptious goodies for the Christmas Eve Swedish Smorgasbord. The twinkling of Christmas lights, the sparkling ornaments of silver and gold, and well known colors of red and green became my birthday decorations. It became a week of so much joy to be surrounded by family and friends.

As I grew, leaving home for college, I faced the various struggles and stumbles of life, but that one week in December, seemed to make a difference and remind me never to give up on hope. I treasure those memories and especially the feeling within my heart. There is still a spiritual magic today, and I still cherish the moment when it warms my heart and enlightens the experience of the Holiday season. I may have moved away from home and years have passed as I traveled on my journey of life, but that spiritual magic has never left.

This year, turning a half century, I still woke up with that excitement, that feeling of anticipation and took in the glow that the Christmas decorations offer and received the love that family and friends can offer. What I discovered this year, that unexplained, cannot touch, spiritual magic is still here even as an adult.

At times, I listen to other adults share their memories and sometime state how things were different when they were a child, but they don’t feel or believe in the unexplained Christmas magic today. It’s not for the child only; it is for anyone with an open heart, willingness to be a part of that season which God gave the ultimate gift. A gift that I cannot touch, I cannot concretely see, but believing…I can feel in my heart, I can observe on the faces of others, I can share with others, and it seems to grow the more I allow myself to participate beyond the Christmas season.

Merry Christmas to all and May the Spiritual Magic of the season be in your heart!

Creative Colors

Colors

Autumn, the season between summer and winter when the ripened crops are available, the breeze blows in cooler, and accumulation of color surrounds.   I appreciate the coolness in the weather, the various Holidays of Halloween and Thanksgiving, but most of all the colors.  The sunrises and sunsets seem to enhance the glow of red, orange, yellow, and brown.  Hiking to an overlook to see the whole image of colors, the fall foliage, gives me inspiration to be creative.  This time of the year, I become inspired to decorate, create a costume and even bake.

It’s a time for the trees to prepare for winter.  As the days get shorter, the trees seem to indicate praise, as I see it, for the experience, the growth from spring and summer to go out before winter in a joy of color.  It gives me the feeling of hope, that this is not the end even with winter around the corner, but the colors give respect to the light reflected and the brightness to the trees’ substance that all will return, spring will come with newness.

 

 

Autumn

Harvest the Moment

Visually Bright,

Saturated Hues,

Plentiful Colors,

Illuminated Season,

Enlightened Celebration!

SGW

Believing Gives Strength to Creativity

Morning Reflections

With each sunrise I observe, it always gives me the peaceful reassurance that new opportunities are on the rise.  There are times, I have had a new adventure that came knocking on the door, and other times, I have had to use my creative imagination to develop and unlock the door to optimistic opportunities.  The key has been with me, never to give up on hope.  To believe and absorb the wonder of the artistic splendor that is shown as a new day begins.

Each day brings on new challenges, new definitions to experiences, and new adventures to explore.  I have my days when things seem scattered like an unfinished puzzle, and moments when a piece seems to be missing, but stepping back to appreciate the newness of a sunrise gives hope that I will creatively find that piece as the sun begins to glow and completes the picture I set out to dream.


Journey to Living

Opportunities develop out of storms,
To cope, to struggle, makes new skills,
Treasures gained, the trust of a friend,
Faith, hope, and love are strengthened,
A better me in the development.
 
The storms of life may seem tough,
Pressures to restore may seem scary,
Feeling… too tired to make the climb,
Faith, hope, and love are strengthened,
A better me in the development.
 
Experiences, confirmation to living,
Some troublesome with a lesson,
Some pleasant with a gift to treasure,
Believing in the passion of dreams,
A better me in the development.
 
The heart has known hurt,
The body has known failure,
The mind has known forgetfulness,
The soul has known loneliness,
Yet, I develop into a better me.
 
God’s touch has been soft,
God’s reach has been comforting,
God’s hand has been strong,
God’s grace has been lifting,
God develops me into a better me.
 
Laughter has given strength,
Crying has drained the weakness,
Each day has been a journey,
Each moment of reconstruction,
Developing me into a better me.
 
I absorb and map the circumstances,
Calmly rejoice for who I am today.
I will witness results of my creativity,
Empowering me to move forward,
Developing me into a better me.

SGW

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Will not say “good-bye” to summer

Viewing the Season

Not today, I’m not going to think about summer is coming to an end.  I want to reflect on the moments shared with others and the laughs that have lifted my spirits.  Those warm days with a mild breeze, birds flying overhead and breathing in the freshness of grass cut.  The summer joys of gathering around the tantalizing aroma of the grill while it cooked my favorite meal and the taste of homemade ice cream.   Those strolls on the shore, after a day of play in the waves, feeling relaxed while waves softly wash my feet and there seemed to be magic in the air.  The serene evening of sitting on the screened porch while crickets are keeping temp as they play.  The travels and trips to see family and friends has been something to treasure from summer, also, the experiences have given me an optimistic hopefulness to writing and see things more creative.

So, I will not say “good-bye” to summer, but will welcome autumn and the joys of new experiences to be shared as I look forward to hikes, changing of the leaves, cozy-hoodie weather, bonfires, photographing color and whatever comes my way that can inspire and evolve creativity!

Seasons May Disappear in the Wind

Capture the sunrise; allow the newness to unfold,

Graciously accept the blessings with the setting sun.

Embrace the moment that was meant to be shared,

Each season is changing and disappears in the wind.

Dream with passion, for it can sparkle like the stars,

Guidance and strength; lean on the Guardian of Hope.

Rise to embrace, the challenges as they develop,

Find the gift embedded, rich like the red sky of night.

SGW

Irene Created a Change

The Night Before Irene

The water was calm with a fiery sunset the night before Hurricane Irene invited herself to the North Carolina coast.  Slight breeze with humidity high gave me the sense that it was hotter than the temperature showed.  I watched as boaters and fishermen either pulled their boats from the water or attempted to tie them down for the upcoming storm.  Several of the locals mentioned that they were not leaving their homes and that this was not the first hurricane they had to ride out.

I was visiting friends and decided to leave the day of the hurricane.  Travel was satisfying, no significant stops or complicated accidents, to the western part of the state.  There was more traffic heading west than east as I observed the cloud cover getting heavier in my rearview mirror, which for a weekend, that was unusual, since most folks would be heading to the beach for those final weeks of summer vacation.

I kept an ear to the radio, and once home, an eye on the weather channel as the outer rain-bands of the storm showed the coastal folks of down east that Irene had arrived.  Couple of phone calls early on gave me false confidence that those on the east coast were doing well.  After the early morning hours, little did I know as I watched the weather broadcast, that the storm would tarry for the day?   Irene’s back end of the storm was an angry departure causing several water surges in the rivers and sound areas, even 70 to 80 mile wind gusts in the inland counties.

Unable to reach several friends with power outages and phones dead, I worried.  Once the storm moved north on the eastern coast line and out of North Carolina, I was amazed at the damage several faced in our state.  Hurricane Irene, for a category one, left a path of destruction for so many from the Outer Banks to the inland communities of Eastern North Carolina.  I was able, after days of worrying, to hear from several as they shared their experience, their burdens of repairs, and tears of loss, but they all seemed grateful that they had made it through the storm.

Mother Nature is an element of living we lack control.  The earthquakes, tornadoes, and hurricanes that come into our lives, not only change the inlets, roadways, rivers and landscape, but change our lives as well and the path we’re traveling towards tomorrow.  They affect the rich and the poor, the employed and unemployed, our cities, towns, and all communities.

I will say, in my opinion, a devastating trauma like this can humble, but yet it brings people to together as a community.  So many are facing some difficult times, not only North Carolina, but hopefully, those neighbors, friends and family will come to the aid as needed.  God Bless each and every one that has been touched by Hurricane Irene and any other power of Mother Nature that has come unexpectedly.

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