Once more, Mount Hood, the sight of you has taken my breath away. Though miles away from me you loom in front of me like a blockade. Clouds hover above your snow capped peak. I gasp. You are intimidating, yet so beautiful.
I remember when I visited you and stood at your base, smelled your mountain air, and trembled at your majesty.
None other I have seen strike me with awe like you do giant rock.
Today as I was walking out to my mailbox, two young girls probably about 8 or 9, were walking past on their way home from school, I imagine, as they had backpacks on and it was early afternoon about the time the grade school down the street lets out for the day.
They were smiling and giggling and begin walking towards me.
“Hi” they said
“Hello” I replied smiling.
“Have you ever had a Woo?” One of them asked, giggling,
“A Woo?” I said “What’s a Woo?”
They both began to laugh and that’s when I realized this was just some childish silliness. I smiled and decided to play along for fun.
“I will throw one to you, and if you can catch it you will see what it is!” said one.
“Okay.” I said “Throw it”
The younger looking of the two grasped her hand in the air and made a throwing motion towards me.
I quickly made a grab into the air and clutched my hand shut tight. “Got it!” I said.
They both began giggling and clapping.
“We want to see it!” They clamored.
“Ok. What’s the Password to open my hand?” I joked.
Surprised at that, they were puzzled. “Hmmm, not sure…” said one
“Guess “ said the other.
After a few guesses, hmmms, and giggles I opened my hand saying “Too late. It’s gone!”
They laughed and laughed as they ran off down the street towards home.
“Silly girls” I said to myself. 🙂
Thank You God for letting them cross my path today. I needed some silliness.
At home and in many places where I have worked I always have had a Candy Dish.
Filled with Peppermints or other small wrapped candies it offered a nice treat to those stopping by. A refreshing peppermint or piece of chocolate in mid-afternoon always seemed to be a good pick me up at work and at home of course it was the first place the grand-kids headed for when they visited.
Sometimes its just the little things that can make our days better.
On my daily walk I pass by and over so many fallen leaves, some noticeable, some not. Some freshly fallen are filled with beautiful colors while some are withered, lifeless, or hidden beneath others.
It causes me to think that they are like many of us in this world. Some of us are more noticeable than others, perhaps more lively, active or attractive while others might be older, less active, or perhaps feel insignificant or hidden because they are covered in worries or burdens.
Just like the many leaves they may wonder if anyone sees the real them.
But the truth is that God does.
He sees us all, for that is one of His names.
In Genesis 16:13 it says “So she called the name of the LORD who spoke to her, “You are ‘God who sees,’ because I have truly seen the one who looks after me.”
Hagar was a runaway who was alone in the wilderness with her child, she figured no one cared about her and she thought she and her son were going to die—alone….but God saw her and He spoke to her and helped her.
Matthew 10:29 says that not even a sparrow falls to the earth without God knowing about it, so I am thinking it must be the same for leaves and people too. He sees us all.
On my walk today, when I saw this little purple petunia in bloom, looking so pretty and strong though growing all alone in an obscure place, I had to stop to admire it.
It wasn’t in a big beautiful garden. It didn’t have ideal soil and light, but it still grew and bloomed.
And whether anyone else noticed it there in its little corner of the world, didn’t really matter, because it did what it was supposed to do. It fulfilled its purpose. And in doing so, it inspired me.
This made me think about my life, my purpose, my growth, and it was good food for thought as my tummy made hungry sounds causing my feet to make their way towards home as the sun begun to set on another Summer day.
The large green yard filled with trees and blooming bushes is a perfect stage for local wildlife to gather and perform daily.
Every morning I open my blinds to reveal some new activity outside my window.
Perhaps the pesky squirrel sits poised, picture perfect, holding a peanut that the generous neighbor upstairs tossed down from her deck. She enjoys Mr Squirrel’s antics on stage and applauds him by throwing nuts instead of flowers. I would much prefer she fed the birds instead.
The Matinee yesterday featured a rather large raven splashing in the Birdbath, happily washing away winter’s dust. As I drew near to capture a picture of him sitting there, feathers shining blue in the sun, he chose to fly away before the camera could focus.
My camera and I often have many such “Camera Shy” encounters with the backyard birds, especially the Collared Dove Family. They are a skittish sort. Oh, that they were they more willing to sit and pose as Mr Squirrel does.
Towards evening the stage fills with a symphony of birdsong in the trees. A chorus of Sparrows, Robins, Chickadees,Towhees, Jays, Ravens, and Crows entertain with the Dove headlining.
As the sun lowers to meet the earth, the blinds close once again on nature’s stage just a few footsteps away from my door and I give thanks to my Creator for another day of life.
Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun