As I sit out here on the deck listening to the creek roll (boy did this place get a lot of rain in my absence) and the wind gently blow through the trees and the hummingbirds (yes, they are back!) do fly-bys around the feeder...I look up and all I see is green with spots of white from the beautiful dogwoods and the breeze blows my hair in my face...and I pause...
....I pause, and I breathe.
It is wonderful.
Then finally, I cry. Gently at first, but then comes a gully washer. I cry because I am exhausted. I cry because it is so beautiful down in this hollow. I cry because I have been going so hard and so fast the past few weeks, I have barely had time to breathe much less let anything and everything sink in. I cry because I am blessed, and I know it. I cry because I have someone who really, really loves me. He loves even the icky me. That is fresh in my mind because Hilde spilled the beans last night about a couple of "moments" I had coming out of anesthesia that they had not told me about. I ask Wesley about it later in private and he shrugs his shoulders and says, "You weren't bad." Bless his soul. I cry because I just watched "my little girl" walk out to her first prom last night, and I am struggling to figure out where the last 17 years have gone. I cry for all of those that I love who are not here to share in her life because they are no longer here...though I have no doubt they were filling the viewing galleries last night from heaven. I cry because for all that I have accomplished through today, I have ever so much more to do tomorrow. As long as God gives me breath, I have so much left to do, and so I cry.
When I was young (er :))...sorry, that made me smile. When I was young, I would read Robert Frost...a lot...and with that, you would think I could remember all of his poems, by memory no less, I cannot. I am pitiful. There are two that I remember the most...they stick in my mind...and I have them printed or taped in various places in my home and work and one of them is "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." My thoughts are that I knew what he was longing for, and I understood, as he did, that there was so much more to do before he could just "be".
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
Times like today, those words "...and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep." ring in my ears almost like a melody. Right now, I am taking a little pause to enjoy the breathtaking beauty all around me. Absorbing the sun, the breeze, and the view as they replenish my spirit...and ease my mind.
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| ...and miles to go before I sleep... |
I am so glad....so grateful and glad....that I have this little hollow to come to so that I can let God replenish me...in this special way.
My wish for everyone is to have, find, borrow, or make your own special place that you can go and replenish and renew your mind, body and soul. This little gypsy guarantees that if you do...you will be glad you did.
Sunshine Dreams to You ~ Today and Every Day! :) Labels: Robert Frost
