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Scarves and Sad Plants. Day 9

30 days of thankfulness

 

It’s a crisp Friday morning here in the South. We have had pretty hard frosts the last couple of nights. <shiverrrrr> Fall has really arrived!

A couple of nights ago, I had to bring in my sad little plant (that has been trying to die for months) off the front stoop , so that it wouldn’t die for real. Sadly, I am not the green thumb that my grandmother and my mother-in-law are! SIGH. I do try to keep alive the lovely plants they give me, and though they are technically alive, they just end up looking kinda sad. In a half-alive sorta way.

In case you don’t believe me, I give you Exhibits A and B:

Exhibit A. Half alive house plant           Exhibit B. Rescued from front stoop

Moving on…

I love when the mornings turn chilly and I have to get my scarves and sweaters out. I do love me a scarf, y’all! This morning, I have on my green fuzzy one as I sit and sip my yummy hot tea. The Hub is confused as to why I wear my scarves in the house; he is always certain that I am too hot. I assure him I am not. Wearing my scarf just makes me feel cozy and snazzes up my outfit. Who doesn’t like feeling cozy and snazzy, right?!

Even in the midst of the dying leaves outside and the plants in my house, I see lots to be thankful for. I am thankful to see the seasons change. I am grateful to see the leaves change their color, not only for the beauty of that, but it is also evidence that life carries on, things die off and then there is new life to come in the spring. I see those half-alive plants and I am thankful for the Green Thumb Ladies in my life, who are both awesome for much more than their gardening skills. I am thankful for the warmth of the tea and my soft fluffy scarf, as they both provide comfort and coziness on this fantastic fall day.

Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.  ~George Eliot

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Great Blue Heron. Day 5

Great Blue Heron, SC Aquarium 6/27/12

Silently he flies,

glides,

swoops and lands atop the roof.

 

Look how he perches there.

So regal. So serene.

He worries for nothing.

 

He rests.

He stretches his neck and ruffles his plumes in solitude as he gazes across the marsh.

What is he thinking of, I wonder?

 

As for me, I can only think of his beauty and

how I long for the apparent peaceful repose and

stillness that allow him to simply watch and wait.

 

He is not disturbed when another joins him.

His friend is smaller and stays in his own space,

clearly not meaning to intrude.

 

So they sit.

Together, but apart.

Each now enjoying his own rest.

 

Shrimp boats. Children. Wildlife. Barges.

All go by on their watch.

The smaller friend speaks and lights away while the regal one remains.

 

The sun sinks slowly over the marsh.

Sadly, I must go,

but he stays on.

 

Watching.

Waiting.

Resting.

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At my house, we are big fans of anything that has to do with the beach and birds. One weekend afternoon recently, Hubby, Jacob and I headed down to Shem Creek, a sleepy little area near Charleston where there are a few restaurants and a kayak rental place along the boardwalk. The boys planned to kayak for a couple of hours,  and I was going to find a place to sit and read. Emma, of course, was off spending time with her BFF. Yes, the rest of us are apparently chopped liver.

Off they went. I watched them as they paddled up the creek and hurried to the end of the the pier so I could wave at them as they passed by.

Afterwards, I meandered back down the pier heading toward the kayaking place. I contemplated going in to one of the restaurants there along the creek to sit and have a cold drink while I waited. As I was walking that way, I could hear all the noise. People talking, laughing, music playing. I had envisioned a place that was a little quieter.

I walked on and came to the end of the pier where there were some restrooms and a covered area that faced back toward the marsh. There were a few rocking chairs and so I took up residence there for the next hour and a half. I’ve been wading through  Les Misérables since September and thought this would be a good time and place to get caught up.

Easily distracted as I am (shocker!!), I sat down in that rocker, opened up the Kindle and tried to read, but was instead captivated by feeling the sunshine and the breeze, smelling the salt air, and watching the scene in front of me. The marsh. All the birds. Boats passing by in the distance. The families coming to walk the pier.

I felt so warm and content in that moment and so grateful for the beautiful creation that God has given us to enjoy…if only we will be still and drink it in.

And then, along came that heron.

Sorry, Jean Valjean. Guess who’s chopped liver now? Les Misérables would have to wait.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from that heron and from the marsh. I was bummed that I did not have my camera with me, but afterwards, I was sure that my little point and shoot could not have done the scene justice anyway.

I am thankful for such beautiful things to see and experience and enjoy. I am also thankful for the moments when I take the time to stop, to rest and appreciate it. To be quiet—something I struggle with! To forget the worries of the day and be grateful.  When I do that, I am never sorry. I am always refreshed. And I am filled with thanksgiving for the beauty of creation—and for the Creator.

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Happy Place

I have two words for y’all: Happy Place.

Two more: The Beach.

Yes, that’s right. The beach is my happy place. The place I have been fortunate to be for the last two days, thanks to some kind friends who shared their vacation home with us, minus Hubby, sadly, because he had to work.

View from the back porch. Folly Beach, 2012The place where I close my eyes and breathe in the salt air and with it, a sense of peace and calm. I breathe out any worries or cares. Everything  that seemed stressful before just seems to fall away. I look around and I see God’s beautiful work in the pelicans as they dive bomb into the water looking for that elusive meal. I hear the surf calling to me, “Shhh, shhh”, inviting me to sit back and enjoy.

And I do.

I love to sit there on the beach, sipping a cold drink, laughing with friends and watching the kids play. Watching the people go by. Listening to the gulls calling “feed us, feed us”. Cheering the kids on as they construct their masterpiece in the sand. And reading a few words in the book I’ve been trying to finish for three weeks.

There is no other better vacation spot as far as I am concerned. It never gets old to me. I don’t mind the sand and how it sticks to the sunscreen after you’ve applied it. I don’t mind all the work involved in packing every possible thing you might remotely need, just in case. I don’t mind all the dirty laundry it produces. I don’t even mind being separated from my internet!

It is all worth the trouble.

Even the sunburn.

“The cure for everything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea.” ~Isak Dinesen

“Your throne was established long ago;
you are from all eternity. The seas have lifted up, Lord,
the seas have lifted up their voice;
the seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
Mightier than the thunder of the great waters,
mightier than the breakers of the sea—
the Lord on high is mighty.” ~Psalm 93:2-4 NIV

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