CRAFTING

Good days in summer just happen. How could they not with sun time on the patio and the meadow invitingly calling with its greens, golds, and all colors of summer?

In the darker months it takes effort to reveal what’s important and fun to make a task of. Delighting grandchildren is one of them.

With the endless rain it was time to dust off the elliptical feeling my heartrate accelerate healthfully. Then onto crafting for Halloween, another package to send through the mail for grandchildren in the neighboring state.

That fills my heart and keeps hands, head, and spirit happily busy.

FIND YOUR HAPPY

Photos by Patricia 9/3/22

Recovering from a simple virus compounded with headache and slight fever, it took my happy away. Camera in hand, down to the meadow I go discovering joy again.

The peace of earth sustains me, flocks of birds getting ready to fly south, startled at my approach, waving grass greening after the rains, a bunny hopping away, and quiet, peaceful quiet settling my mind of its morbid thoughts.

STRENGTH OF SPIRIT

Though unwilling to venture out ever again for an overnight anywhere, my spirit is strong, my soul heard. Sleep does not come any place but home in my own bed. Selling the camper is being done happily, good-bye.

The pleasures and indulgences right here are abundant. Rather than feeling as if courage has left me, I am an explorer with great strength and bravery.

To be still, sit still, to go into the depths of me takes a will unfounded because chaos has driven me, not peace. Peace finds me among the frogs croaking creek-side, the fronds around it waving breezily, the birds swooping down for insects, and mother soothing my ragged interior.

A robin hopped ahead of me as if to say good-bye. Then another. They have not been seen since. My belief is that they know how much I love them, and miss them when they go. But stopped to say, “We’ll be back.”

As winter approaches and my spirit tends to drift downward, it is the beauty of nature which restores and transforms.

EARLY MORNING JOY

The morning starts out cold, yet when the red glow rose from the hill it called me out with hat, jacket, even gloves. The chill such that breath misted on exhale. In August?

Despite the feelings of lower mood, the usual joy broke forth at the site of little bunny in front of me on the path during the cool, misty, yet bright, early morn.

The Coming of Fall

Did it happen in a day, this drop in mood, so low you pick it up from the floor? Cool, darker longer, cloudy, and wet, sitting on the patio amidst my secret garden in all its splendor, the usual joy escaping me. Then, sunshine and warmth. The reversal along with a sunny bike ride for an hour along the waterway brought back happiness and well-being.

The lower mood darkening my morning at the start of August? Literature states SAD, seasonal affective disorder, generally begins in October, but my sense of it is much sooner. The usual strategy is pushing through it, as if a bag of rocks must be carried along. But with some thought and planning it can be improved.

Exercise outdoors. Fun things to keep doing. Continued work on my goals of healthy living including physical, mental, and spiritual health. These are the threads of gold weaved caringly.