Dear Lord,
As I look around me I have to give Thanks. Sometimes it's for the things that We have and sometimes it's for what we don't have.
I'm amazed that You chose Me to have a home and a car with all of the things that go with it. A dishwasher was always in my prayers and you've always given me one and the new coffee pot today just came in the nick of time But, You know that. I also had the money for the sweeper when my old one broke and this one even has a retractable cord and can get under the coffee table. You are truly a Marvel to have steered me towards it.
With the cold soon to be here, I'v an electric blanket for my bed and 3 Cats that snuggle and keep me company as I sleep along with a ceramic angel that sit's at my bedside and glows to join the other Angels that You've placed near Me. I have warm coats for the Winter and afghans to throw over me as I sleep on the couch and a job that I enjoy that can pay all of the Bills. You've been very good to Me and have provided this all.
Most importantly, Lord, You've given Me the wonder of My Children and now Grandchildren that set Me on a journey that was beyond my wildest dreams and filled My life with So much Love that I'm humbled by it. They continue to be the brightest spot in my life (next to You), dwarfing all other events and and reminding me that miracles aren't about just burning bushes or the seas parting. Have you ever looked into their eyes?
Though My friends be few, they are steady and sure and you've put them in places within my life where I sorely needed them. Some have stayed on carrying me through so many times of both triumph and sadness while other's came and went to take me through those rough patches. Your timing has always been impeccable.
I just wanted to let You know, Lord that I'v not forgotten You. I can see you in everything from a kind word from a stranger to the infinite Beauty of a falling Star. Your Hand is in everything and I realize that implicitly. With all of that said, a mere "Thank You" doesn't really seem to be enough But, that's all I have and that's all that You want. May I continue to grow in Your eyes and follow the lessons that You've taught Me. May I always feel humble as I stand besides an ancient tree or find a creek that runs through the woods or a rose that is opening it's bloom. These all are the truest of Miracles. May You grant Me the sight to see them everyday. Amen
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Another Gift
The cat nudged Me tentatively this morning as I still was lying prone in mt bed hugging the pillow. At first, there was a gentle nudge with His paw. With no response, He proceeded to His second well practiced motion and started to knead upon my side allowing a stray claw to push into my flesh through my nightgown. I opened My eyes.
I could see light coming through the windows, fresh with just a touch of the night still clinging to it but the Day had put it's imprint solidly in place. As I moved to view the green eyed Beauty that had awakened me, My hand found Him first tracing his sleek outline from head to tail. I was rewarded by a gentle nuzzle before He hopped from the bed awaiting my preparation of His morning feast. I resolutely swung my legs to the side and spied my walking clothes that were set out the night before. I was apprehensive but still donned them. With all three of My eager felines munching at their bowls, I exited the kitchen and walked out through the garage.
The air was fresh and cool upon me as I took in the Day and it's Morning Majesty. The houses burst into colors as I strode by them an illusion that could only be seen in the dawn before the mechanical imprint of Man would mask it with His activities that would blur and dull the hues of an Earth that had silently rested and renewed itself. I righted myself and pushed forward.
At the end of my yard I saw the wild, black eyed susans skirting the edging into an oak and scattered upon the lawn. At the turn were morning glories planted from years gone by trailing wildly through the grasses and displaying the palest of blue. As I edged further onward, the blue flowers were intermingled with daisies that stood proud and tall springing from the sides of an ancient culvert that had now dried but still bore wonder. I tucked that seen into My memory.
As I hit my stride upon the main tarmac the white cattle fence took on a glow as it sloped towards the waters of the Pond. Most activity had already played itself out at this time and only a few cranes stood at the murky edges. The still waters still hinted of life as I saw the ever widening ripples from the fish come to the top of the pond to feed. The horses and Cattle had moved up into the field and were lazily munching on their breakfast with the Farmhouse and Barn upon the Hill as a backdrop. It was a lovely, pastoral scene. I pulled my shoulders back anticipating the second leg of my journey and found my arms moving in synchrony to improve my balance. My once injured knee took to the turns satisfactorily reassuring Me that it's healing was complete.
As I made my halfway circle once more I could see the sunlight brushing upon the treetops of my heavily wooded environment inducing a prayer of Morning 'Thanks.' Though short, it was complete with familiar names ticked off rapidly from a bowed head with a final "Thank You' and 'Amen.' Another chance to right my wrongs was given to Me and it was only fitting that I give the credit to the One who had allowed Me this extra morning. It was truly another gift.
There was no haze rising from the creek as I once more passed it but the chirping of the frogs had taken hold being replaced by the night calls of the crickets. I beheld a sky of deep blue bedecked by Brilliant white clouds as I raised my head to take in this unique and yet familiar event and found a lightness creeping into my Heart that had been worn and battered this past week. Everything was as it should be and I was a player on it's stage unsure of which act that I was in but a part of it nonetheless.
My home of red brick now stood before me with white shutters and railings welcoming Me forward. I took one more look down to the end of the street to see the forest bathed in light as it sloped to the ravine and turned into my driveway. As I entered the House I could see the cats lying in the sunlight that streamed through the livingroom window. Surfeited, they had found the perfect place for their early morning nap. I turned back towards the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.
I could see light coming through the windows, fresh with just a touch of the night still clinging to it but the Day had put it's imprint solidly in place. As I moved to view the green eyed Beauty that had awakened me, My hand found Him first tracing his sleek outline from head to tail. I was rewarded by a gentle nuzzle before He hopped from the bed awaiting my preparation of His morning feast. I resolutely swung my legs to the side and spied my walking clothes that were set out the night before. I was apprehensive but still donned them. With all three of My eager felines munching at their bowls, I exited the kitchen and walked out through the garage.
The air was fresh and cool upon me as I took in the Day and it's Morning Majesty. The houses burst into colors as I strode by them an illusion that could only be seen in the dawn before the mechanical imprint of Man would mask it with His activities that would blur and dull the hues of an Earth that had silently rested and renewed itself. I righted myself and pushed forward.
At the end of my yard I saw the wild, black eyed susans skirting the edging into an oak and scattered upon the lawn. At the turn were morning glories planted from years gone by trailing wildly through the grasses and displaying the palest of blue. As I edged further onward, the blue flowers were intermingled with daisies that stood proud and tall springing from the sides of an ancient culvert that had now dried but still bore wonder. I tucked that seen into My memory.
As I hit my stride upon the main tarmac the white cattle fence took on a glow as it sloped towards the waters of the Pond. Most activity had already played itself out at this time and only a few cranes stood at the murky edges. The still waters still hinted of life as I saw the ever widening ripples from the fish come to the top of the pond to feed. The horses and Cattle had moved up into the field and were lazily munching on their breakfast with the Farmhouse and Barn upon the Hill as a backdrop. It was a lovely, pastoral scene. I pulled my shoulders back anticipating the second leg of my journey and found my arms moving in synchrony to improve my balance. My once injured knee took to the turns satisfactorily reassuring Me that it's healing was complete.
As I made my halfway circle once more I could see the sunlight brushing upon the treetops of my heavily wooded environment inducing a prayer of Morning 'Thanks.' Though short, it was complete with familiar names ticked off rapidly from a bowed head with a final "Thank You' and 'Amen.' Another chance to right my wrongs was given to Me and it was only fitting that I give the credit to the One who had allowed Me this extra morning. It was truly another gift.
There was no haze rising from the creek as I once more passed it but the chirping of the frogs had taken hold being replaced by the night calls of the crickets. I beheld a sky of deep blue bedecked by Brilliant white clouds as I raised my head to take in this unique and yet familiar event and found a lightness creeping into my Heart that had been worn and battered this past week. Everything was as it should be and I was a player on it's stage unsure of which act that I was in but a part of it nonetheless.
My home of red brick now stood before me with white shutters and railings welcoming Me forward. I took one more look down to the end of the street to see the forest bathed in light as it sloped to the ravine and turned into my driveway. As I entered the House I could see the cats lying in the sunlight that streamed through the livingroom window. Surfeited, they had found the perfect place for their early morning nap. I turned back towards the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
A Military Mother's Prayer
Dear Lord,
I really don't wish to bother You much But, you told Me to come to You with all of my worries and the burdens that lay heavy on my heart. I'v been searching in other places for the answers which has led Me right back to You and I'm grateful that You steered me in the right direction. My words won't be awe inspiring or even fancy. They'll just be a simple Prayer about a lot of Us Mother's are going through now. I'm setting this down for My Son.
In four Days he'll be leaving to take part in battle in a far away land over something He never had anything to do with. I know that it doesn't make sense But, You've taught me that not everything does. It doesn't take the hurt or worry away to know this, only You can. With that in mind, I lay this at Your feet to carry for I don't have the strength to do it alone. I continue to see Him as a little Child who gave Me such delight and taught Me how to love without the strings that are attached to so many things. He was a wonder to behold and filled my heart to brimming with Joy and I still see Him that way. I guess that's what being a Mother is about and I'm thankful to have known this.
I merely ask that You protect Him and all of the other Children as we Mother's protected them as Little One's. Hold Their hands as We once did through crowds or street corners and Pick Them up when their little legs are too tired to walk. Wrap Your arms around Them when they're scared and watch over Them when they sleep. Hold Them closely and whisper in their ears that They're not alone and You'll be right there for Them.
If this is too much to ask, please forgive Me But, I'm only doing this for My little Boy. I don't think that it should be too difficult for You. After all, You've been doing the same thing for Me all of My Life. Amen.
I really don't wish to bother You much But, you told Me to come to You with all of my worries and the burdens that lay heavy on my heart. I'v been searching in other places for the answers which has led Me right back to You and I'm grateful that You steered me in the right direction. My words won't be awe inspiring or even fancy. They'll just be a simple Prayer about a lot of Us Mother's are going through now. I'm setting this down for My Son.
In four Days he'll be leaving to take part in battle in a far away land over something He never had anything to do with. I know that it doesn't make sense But, You've taught me that not everything does. It doesn't take the hurt or worry away to know this, only You can. With that in mind, I lay this at Your feet to carry for I don't have the strength to do it alone. I continue to see Him as a little Child who gave Me such delight and taught Me how to love without the strings that are attached to so many things. He was a wonder to behold and filled my heart to brimming with Joy and I still see Him that way. I guess that's what being a Mother is about and I'm thankful to have known this.
I merely ask that You protect Him and all of the other Children as we Mother's protected them as Little One's. Hold Their hands as We once did through crowds or street corners and Pick Them up when their little legs are too tired to walk. Wrap Your arms around Them when they're scared and watch over Them when they sleep. Hold Them closely and whisper in their ears that They're not alone and You'll be right there for Them.
If this is too much to ask, please forgive Me But, I'm only doing this for My little Boy. I don't think that it should be too difficult for You. After all, You've been doing the same thing for Me all of My Life. Amen.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
It's all about First Impressions
Off this Morning before 7am for my walk. I think that even the Cats were surprised by my early rising. As is usual, They were fed first thing as I stood at the counter with my Nike's on and my walking clothes. Satisfied that all bowls were down and each cat in position, I opened the garage door, hit the button on the opener and strode outside. Though it was still dark and I could see a waning moon, the Sun was already lightening the sky. There was still a glow left in the solar lights but no more than a weary flame ready to be extinguished. I vowed that this would be a productive day as I made my way to the corner and offered up silent prayers for all that needed them including myself. In this cool morning, it felt good to be alive.
Turning the corner I raised my eyes to see one of the lonely street lamps still shining brightly. It marked my signal to turn onto the main road. As I glanced to the right of Me I could see the abandoned house shrouded in the darkness left to merely exist until the rest of the vines from the woods would overtake it. The gingerbread was darkly stained with mold and the siding was buckling from the moisture. Even the power pole that once provided It's electricity had taken back it's wiring and had forsaken it. The broken edifice stood shrouded in sadness with only the sounds of crickets emanating from it. Unlike my Home, it contained no Love to be able to survive. It's days had been short.
With the moonlight upon my left shoulder, I could make out the Horses and cattle in the fields just shrugging off their sleep and still huddled together. The pond was still empty but would soon be filled with activity. A light haze rose from it, the cool air making contact with it's warm waters. I'd seen this vision before but in reverse. The Hot summer had produced that same shadowing from it's heat laden air touching the cooler depths of the water. The dance would continue.
As I was beginning to 'hit my stride', I could see to the right of Me a cat waiting on a porch to be beckoned in. He had had His night's foray and just as mine do, would be looking for His breakfast as the house's door would be opened to him. Once more, I felt a smile cross my face as I gleaned enjoyment of the simple things. To me, those tiny bits of wonder are the most precious.
Cars were once more making their way by Me as I hugged the side of the road gingerly testing my healed knee. They were all in such a rush. The drivers had already ticked off the days tasks in their mind rehoning each feature and They could not see the beauty or glory of the morning. Their minds were filled with appointments and obligations. My mind was filled with freedom and peace.
Making my way back, the pond had fulfilled it's daily promise of activity with the Herons already having arrived and the egrets making passes above before they landed in it's shallows. By now the cattle and Horses were munching upon the grass and I could hear the lyrical chirps of the Cardinals nearby. The Day had arrived.
Walking down my street, I took in the solar lamps now extinguished and the bright white shutters of my Home set upon a deep red brick background. For 15 years I had lovingly tended to this house and land and it gleamed back at Me with Thanks. It has had a 'good run' and will continue on as long as it is cherished. I walked through the garage into the kitchen and began to plan My day pressing the button on my laptop and rinsing out the Cat's food bowls. My Day had started in a hauntingly beautiful way to set it's tone. It's all about First Impressions.
Diane Svete
Turning the corner I raised my eyes to see one of the lonely street lamps still shining brightly. It marked my signal to turn onto the main road. As I glanced to the right of Me I could see the abandoned house shrouded in the darkness left to merely exist until the rest of the vines from the woods would overtake it. The gingerbread was darkly stained with mold and the siding was buckling from the moisture. Even the power pole that once provided It's electricity had taken back it's wiring and had forsaken it. The broken edifice stood shrouded in sadness with only the sounds of crickets emanating from it. Unlike my Home, it contained no Love to be able to survive. It's days had been short.
With the moonlight upon my left shoulder, I could make out the Horses and cattle in the fields just shrugging off their sleep and still huddled together. The pond was still empty but would soon be filled with activity. A light haze rose from it, the cool air making contact with it's warm waters. I'd seen this vision before but in reverse. The Hot summer had produced that same shadowing from it's heat laden air touching the cooler depths of the water. The dance would continue.
As I was beginning to 'hit my stride', I could see to the right of Me a cat waiting on a porch to be beckoned in. He had had His night's foray and just as mine do, would be looking for His breakfast as the house's door would be opened to him. Once more, I felt a smile cross my face as I gleaned enjoyment of the simple things. To me, those tiny bits of wonder are the most precious.
Cars were once more making their way by Me as I hugged the side of the road gingerly testing my healed knee. They were all in such a rush. The drivers had already ticked off the days tasks in their mind rehoning each feature and They could not see the beauty or glory of the morning. Their minds were filled with appointments and obligations. My mind was filled with freedom and peace.
Making my way back, the pond had fulfilled it's daily promise of activity with the Herons already having arrived and the egrets making passes above before they landed in it's shallows. By now the cattle and Horses were munching upon the grass and I could hear the lyrical chirps of the Cardinals nearby. The Day had arrived.
Walking down my street, I took in the solar lamps now extinguished and the bright white shutters of my Home set upon a deep red brick background. For 15 years I had lovingly tended to this house and land and it gleamed back at Me with Thanks. It has had a 'good run' and will continue on as long as it is cherished. I walked through the garage into the kitchen and began to plan My day pressing the button on my laptop and rinsing out the Cat's food bowls. My Day had started in a hauntingly beautiful way to set it's tone. It's all about First Impressions.
Diane Svete
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
A Moment in Time
The Cats knew better than I that the morning was soon to come or detected a miniscule change in my slumber. Is I peered with eyes half closed through the darkness of my bedroom I detected a calming warmth lain across my back contentedly. My right arm moved to find a soft tail that could only belong to my little girl cat. As I repositioned myself again for comfort, she did so in kind, delicately lying her head back down upon the small of my back with paws outstretched, once more reverting to a somnolent state.
Within less than a minute a bounding weight could be felt upon the bed indicating that my Russian Blue had invaded our cozy space. Oblivious to my now awakened state, He curled next to me tightly embedding himself to my right side right side for warmth. It only lasted a moment before His curiosity was piqued and a familiar paw gently touched my face. I had been 'discovered' and there was no turning back. I was on the way to the kitchen.
Two cans of food were opened on the counter top as I unlatched the dishwasher to fetch three, clean, food bowls. Dancing around my feet I laid a bowl in front of each of these unique characters with My Alpha claiming to be served first. I'd performed this ritual for over twenty years to differing feline faces and it always delighted Me. For a few seconds I saw them all as kittens rolling upon each other to scurry towards their food. The memory quickly passed.
I put my shorts and top on and methodically tied the laces on my new shoes. With a turn to the thermometer to see a brisk 67 degrees I was out the door.
The moon still embraced this early hour and shone softly down upon me in full brightness not warming my body but rather, my Soul. I'm a creature of the night and probably always have been. I have taken delight in stars and meteor showers and feel an uplifting as the day turns to dusk. I have always, like my cats, have stood beside the darkness as my friend and reveled in it. Silence and stillness are a delight for Me where drama doesn't exist, only a Lunar peace sprinkled with Constellations that the Greeks thought So glorious that they told of Their legends a gods in the shimmering lights. It was a moment in time that had been repeated for centuries.
It had been a week since I had walked and tentatively started my stride with my once wounded knee. As it absorbed the pressure of each step, I confidently increased my stride. My calves were not as gracious. The left contracted and the right elongated sending signals of pain to my lower spine. As I moved to the center of the road it appeased the aching but my legs were unaccustomed to the burden and fought against it. It wasn't until I had passed the second road with the moon upon my left shoulder that all had commenced with their duty.
Like myself, this darkened time was silent except for the chirping of the frogs from the pond and creek as my feet hit my well worn path in the familiar 'heel, toe' fashion. I could finally breathe in the moment of cool air and perceive muted images against an ever increasing lightening sky. As I turned once more, I again saw the moon, reassured that it had still taken precedence over the sun and was not to fully relinquish it yet. I continued in my reverie as my footsteps marched to their familiar pace and the pressure of the soft inclines were communicated to my thighs as the weight was shifted back and forth. I was almost to the halfway point.
With a burst of flashing lights and an acrid scent of fumes, My meandering thoughts were interrupted by the first school bus of the morning. It roared past on It's well practiced route to gather the children of the neighborhood that had replaced mine. I turned back from where I'd just plodden to see It turn the corner in which I had just passed and disappeared on it's mission. I was once more alone.
As I proceeded back towards my home, the moon continued to bathe me in it's light as the forms of the trees and banding on the road had found a familiar light. I was now able to comprehend the stark white of the Farmhouse and barn across the pond. They lay perched upon the hill and each sported green, tin rooks. Below the pasture oaks that branched low to the ground, I could now make out mutely defined figures of horses as they snorted their 'Good Morning's' to me in acknowledgement. The cattle still lay upon the ground with a soft lowing beneath the trees reminding one of a manger scene. As I passed the pond completely, I could see the herons in the sky above flying towards it with moonlight still upon their wings for their morning forays. I made my turn.
As I once more completed the near end of my journey I could see the sky in multiple colors of purple allowing the pink to engulf it. The moons luminescence was being stolen by the light of the impending Sun but still held it's place stanchly in the sky. I was headed for my journey's end.
As I headed up My street I could find my body completely awakened and moving in a smooth, well practiced motion with each muscle and tendon communicating to themselves. They had come upon one more day and I could feel a glint of light emanating from My eyes. As I once more entered the garage and opened the door to the kitchen, my mind set itself upon the tasks that once more lie before Me. With a surety only given by grace, I approached the dishwasher and began to unload the contents.
Within less than a minute a bounding weight could be felt upon the bed indicating that my Russian Blue had invaded our cozy space. Oblivious to my now awakened state, He curled next to me tightly embedding himself to my right side right side for warmth. It only lasted a moment before His curiosity was piqued and a familiar paw gently touched my face. I had been 'discovered' and there was no turning back. I was on the way to the kitchen.
Two cans of food were opened on the counter top as I unlatched the dishwasher to fetch three, clean, food bowls. Dancing around my feet I laid a bowl in front of each of these unique characters with My Alpha claiming to be served first. I'd performed this ritual for over twenty years to differing feline faces and it always delighted Me. For a few seconds I saw them all as kittens rolling upon each other to scurry towards their food. The memory quickly passed.
I put my shorts and top on and methodically tied the laces on my new shoes. With a turn to the thermometer to see a brisk 67 degrees I was out the door.
The moon still embraced this early hour and shone softly down upon me in full brightness not warming my body but rather, my Soul. I'm a creature of the night and probably always have been. I have taken delight in stars and meteor showers and feel an uplifting as the day turns to dusk. I have always, like my cats, have stood beside the darkness as my friend and reveled in it. Silence and stillness are a delight for Me where drama doesn't exist, only a Lunar peace sprinkled with Constellations that the Greeks thought So glorious that they told of Their legends a gods in the shimmering lights. It was a moment in time that had been repeated for centuries.
It had been a week since I had walked and tentatively started my stride with my once wounded knee. As it absorbed the pressure of each step, I confidently increased my stride. My calves were not as gracious. The left contracted and the right elongated sending signals of pain to my lower spine. As I moved to the center of the road it appeased the aching but my legs were unaccustomed to the burden and fought against it. It wasn't until I had passed the second road with the moon upon my left shoulder that all had commenced with their duty.
Like myself, this darkened time was silent except for the chirping of the frogs from the pond and creek as my feet hit my well worn path in the familiar 'heel, toe' fashion. I could finally breathe in the moment of cool air and perceive muted images against an ever increasing lightening sky. As I turned once more, I again saw the moon, reassured that it had still taken precedence over the sun and was not to fully relinquish it yet. I continued in my reverie as my footsteps marched to their familiar pace and the pressure of the soft inclines were communicated to my thighs as the weight was shifted back and forth. I was almost to the halfway point.
With a burst of flashing lights and an acrid scent of fumes, My meandering thoughts were interrupted by the first school bus of the morning. It roared past on It's well practiced route to gather the children of the neighborhood that had replaced mine. I turned back from where I'd just plodden to see It turn the corner in which I had just passed and disappeared on it's mission. I was once more alone.
As I proceeded back towards my home, the moon continued to bathe me in it's light as the forms of the trees and banding on the road had found a familiar light. I was now able to comprehend the stark white of the Farmhouse and barn across the pond. They lay perched upon the hill and each sported green, tin rooks. Below the pasture oaks that branched low to the ground, I could now make out mutely defined figures of horses as they snorted their 'Good Morning's' to me in acknowledgement. The cattle still lay upon the ground with a soft lowing beneath the trees reminding one of a manger scene. As I passed the pond completely, I could see the herons in the sky above flying towards it with moonlight still upon their wings for their morning forays. I made my turn.
As I once more completed the near end of my journey I could see the sky in multiple colors of purple allowing the pink to engulf it. The moons luminescence was being stolen by the light of the impending Sun but still held it's place stanchly in the sky. I was headed for my journey's end.
As I headed up My street I could find my body completely awakened and moving in a smooth, well practiced motion with each muscle and tendon communicating to themselves. They had come upon one more day and I could feel a glint of light emanating from My eyes. As I once more entered the garage and opened the door to the kitchen, my mind set itself upon the tasks that once more lie before Me. With a surety only given by grace, I approached the dishwasher and began to unload the contents.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The Routine Revisited
I don't know why I awakened at 5am but awake I did. Not even the cat that was curled next to me on the bed was prepared for an early rising. He merely took over the warm spot in which I had lain, peered at me through half closed eyes and settled back to His Business of sleeping.
As I walked into the living room feeling my way through the darkness I could hear what had awakened Me. Outside the water was pouring off of the roof and in the distance was a low rumbling of thunder. I couldn't detect in the dimness the streams of water that I knew were running through my backyard but had been through this enough times to know that they were there. The alarm had not awakened me, Mother Nature had.
As is my morning routine I crossed into the kitchen to prepare the Cat's breakfast. The alpha was lying on my computer desk and raised His head only slightly as I proceeded towards the Pantry. It wasn't until a snap of the tops of cans could be heard that all aligned themselves at my feet for this unexpected treat.
My morning duty having been done, I pressed the 'on' button of my laptop then went in to make my bed and straighten the bathroom. As I was putting the finishing touches on my bedroom, I saw my 'walking clothes' set out from a week ago. Unwittingly I had 'pulled' my one knee last week and was officially on the 'injured list'. I had been making My way around only with the help of a well placed ace wrap on my knee to enable Me to move short distances. My 'morning walk' was going to have to wait.
This morning I didn't hesitate with pulling on capri's and a tanktop and tying on my sneakers. I flew out the garage door pressing the button of the opener and was greeted by a hazy sky that had exhausted itself of it's rain and a cool refreshing breeze. I took to the road.
Even though it had been a short while without this morning exercise, my body could feel it. My calves contracted in surprise pulling my lower back from place necessitating the need for readjustment. With that part finally in place, my knees scrambled for attention. I lengthened my stride to avoid putting pressure on them and they settled in nicely.
I had already traversed 2 streets as I saw the white figure of a crane spreading it's wings above me and flying towards the Cattle pond. I hastened my pace. As I approached the Pond, I could only see cranes traversing the shallows. The horses and Cattle had satisfactorily settled into grazing the field towards the Farmhouse and barn conveniently ignoring Me and taking to their morning meal. I pushed onward.
Making my swing at my halfway point I gingerly made it up the incline feeling a minute aching in my injured knee and took note that i would still need to wrap it for a few more morning forays. Within my head, I searched for where I could retrive the bandage. It came to light that it had been rolled up and put in the top drawer of my dresser. I would have to apply it when I got home.
As I once more journeyed past the pond to my final destination I surveyed the waters once more. To my ultimate Surprise I saw five of the Young Mallards at the side of the pool. I had thought them already grown and gone and yet this vision of brown feathers and ivory beaks held my attention. They had not all left yet! Perhaps they just needed that tiny bit of extra time to leave their beloved home and I was given the gift of seeing them once more before we parted ways. I breathed another "Thank You."
Making my way up my street, I stopped to right a Solar Angel that stood guard over my Geraniums and Roses. Satisfied with the positioning I approached the driveway and sauntered to the Garage stepping gingerly down on my one leg that held the fragile knee. Once inside I let out a contented sigh at my approval of this once more insightful Morning. May I enjoy many others.
As I walked into the living room feeling my way through the darkness I could hear what had awakened Me. Outside the water was pouring off of the roof and in the distance was a low rumbling of thunder. I couldn't detect in the dimness the streams of water that I knew were running through my backyard but had been through this enough times to know that they were there. The alarm had not awakened me, Mother Nature had.
As is my morning routine I crossed into the kitchen to prepare the Cat's breakfast. The alpha was lying on my computer desk and raised His head only slightly as I proceeded towards the Pantry. It wasn't until a snap of the tops of cans could be heard that all aligned themselves at my feet for this unexpected treat.
My morning duty having been done, I pressed the 'on' button of my laptop then went in to make my bed and straighten the bathroom. As I was putting the finishing touches on my bedroom, I saw my 'walking clothes' set out from a week ago. Unwittingly I had 'pulled' my one knee last week and was officially on the 'injured list'. I had been making My way around only with the help of a well placed ace wrap on my knee to enable Me to move short distances. My 'morning walk' was going to have to wait.
This morning I didn't hesitate with pulling on capri's and a tanktop and tying on my sneakers. I flew out the garage door pressing the button of the opener and was greeted by a hazy sky that had exhausted itself of it's rain and a cool refreshing breeze. I took to the road.
Even though it had been a short while without this morning exercise, my body could feel it. My calves contracted in surprise pulling my lower back from place necessitating the need for readjustment. With that part finally in place, my knees scrambled for attention. I lengthened my stride to avoid putting pressure on them and they settled in nicely.
I had already traversed 2 streets as I saw the white figure of a crane spreading it's wings above me and flying towards the Cattle pond. I hastened my pace. As I approached the Pond, I could only see cranes traversing the shallows. The horses and Cattle had satisfactorily settled into grazing the field towards the Farmhouse and barn conveniently ignoring Me and taking to their morning meal. I pushed onward.
Making my swing at my halfway point I gingerly made it up the incline feeling a minute aching in my injured knee and took note that i would still need to wrap it for a few more morning forays. Within my head, I searched for where I could retrive the bandage. It came to light that it had been rolled up and put in the top drawer of my dresser. I would have to apply it when I got home.
As I once more journeyed past the pond to my final destination I surveyed the waters once more. To my ultimate Surprise I saw five of the Young Mallards at the side of the pool. I had thought them already grown and gone and yet this vision of brown feathers and ivory beaks held my attention. They had not all left yet! Perhaps they just needed that tiny bit of extra time to leave their beloved home and I was given the gift of seeing them once more before we parted ways. I breathed another "Thank You."
Making my way up my street, I stopped to right a Solar Angel that stood guard over my Geraniums and Roses. Satisfied with the positioning I approached the driveway and sauntered to the Garage stepping gingerly down on my one leg that held the fragile knee. Once inside I let out a contented sigh at my approval of this once more insightful Morning. May I enjoy many others.
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