Time to Reflect

I walk through the cemetery in the summer for exercise. In the winter it is seldom plowed. I find solace there, time to reflect, and quiet.

I like blue.

Courage

Authenticity takes courage. I strive to make everyday count. I honestly believe that in order to be okay with myself, to be authentic, I must do something worthwhile, everyday.

It is said, that a picture, is worth a thousand words. I post photographs. I enjoy taking walks, snapping photographs, and sending them out into the World. I do not communicate with these photos. I communicate in other ways. I pour my heart out in front of this computer screen, and hope that I am judged sane at the end of the day.

This afternoon the sky went from cloudy gray to blue with bright clouds. I know that it means the cold is once again coming. Soon it will be too cold to walk. The snow and ice will crunch underfoot, and to be caught outside for any length, could be deadly. There is something alluring in the light reflecting off the ice crystals. I am compelled to go outside and listen to the wind, the absence of nature. The birds have all flown south. All but the crows who can survive in the harshest of climates. I see deer and rabbit tracks in the yard, only evidence, silent evidence.

I try to follow my own path, and use the gifts I have been given. I know that this is a process, and that I am a work in progress. In the essence of something magical, I have been seen, heard, and understood. In the words of Eleanor Roosevelt " When you cease to make a contribution you begin to die."  I intend to live, and be courageous.

A heart shaped rock, painted, and sent to me, by my Sister.

There is something special in the way I communicate with my sister. We were not raised together, and yet we have some of the same traits. We search for stones. I think it must be ingrained in our DNA. We have our Father in common, but have different Mothers. My sister is older than I, and knew nothing of me until her 18th birthday. I always knew of her, though. I longed for a sister, and at the age of 14 I was united with her. I am grateful to have her. She has assured me that if we would have been raised together, we would not be this close. She has a strong personality, and being older, would have distanced herself from me. It all worked to our advantage this way, I suppose.

A red bridge over a frozen creek. Neillsville, WI.

Phoenix Burn - Alpha Rev Lyrics

Color on a cold winters day