There
comes a time when autumn asks,
"What have you been doing all summer?"
Going out on a limb, and then meeting ourselves coming and going...
In August, my dear husband once again called my
attention to something he knew I'd want to see. I quickly spied it clinging
tightly to the rough wood of a standing planter box. Hidden among the clutter
of old pieces of wood and blue tarp, it might easily have been overlooked if
not for its brilliant green color. Carefully
observing, studying, and photographing it, I then made an attempt to grab it
for a closer look. This little green tree frog depended on heightened awareness
for its very survival, so when its supposed camouflage failed, it quickly
switched to Plan B: speed and cover. It took me a few minutes of searching and
grabbing, but finally I held it in my hand.
We were trying to settle in to what passes as a normal
summer for us -maintaining our sizable yard and enjoying a number of local
camping trips. But the reality is that this was not a normal summer for us. May had seen us offering some measure
of long distance support for the move and settling-in of our brother-in-law
near to his youngest daughter. June saw us helping to pack and move my older sister
to our area from out-of-state.
And in
between, we'd lived with many weeks of a major overhauling of a large slab of
concrete near the back of our house. This served as a floor for both a double
carport and a patio area, but it was very old, cracked, chipped, and beyond
repair. After seeking expert advice, there was nothing to do but have that
whole, huge slab removed and replaced with something better.
This brought major disruption, noise, and mess. So much
for our normally quiet home...
Was it worth it? Absolutely!
To better photograph it, I set the little tree frog on
a small plant near the ground, thinking I could sit down and focus right in on
it.
Apparently, the frog had other ideas as it made a flying leap to a nearby
red huckleberry bush and began climbing.
Several times I caught it and again
placed it back on the short plant, but each time it leaped to the bush and
continued its upward trek.
Finally, I just tried to photograph it wherever it
was perched.
"Real action
is in silent moments."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I
had my usual volunteer activities, some of which require more time and energy
in the summer.
As a volunteer beach naturalist, many hours are spent on our
local beaches interacting with both children and adults who visit and would
like to learn more about sea life.
As a member of the steering committee for a
local nature park being developed in our area, I help with some stewardship
work as well as many of the educational events we have there. The hours do add
up...
"A bee is
never as busy as it seems;
it's just that it can't buzz any slower."
Kin Hubbard
This took nearly a year and was full of all sorts of ups and downs.
When the building was complete, we had a huge amount of landscaping to do and guess who was on that committee?
Most of what we did was required by the county, so it was not just for looks or our own satisfaction, although the results turned out well.
We're glad it's all done!
We spend little time inside,
choosing to sit outside in camp chairs or taking a drive or hike to see the
surrounding countryside.
We revel in the variety of life on this planet and never
cease to be amazed at how well each is adapted to its particular niche.
We
breath it all in and find ourselves refreshed and revitalized again and again.
"The point is that when I see a sunset
or a waterfall or something, for a split second it's so great, because for a
little bit I'm out of my brain, and it's got nothing to do with me. I'm not
trying to figure it out, you know what I mean? And I wonder if I can somehow
find a way to maintain that mind stillness." - Chris Evans.
The tree frog continued to climb and leap - from one
slender branch to the next. It seemed very odd to me that it would choose this
spindly bush over the sturdy plant below until it dawned on me - this was a TREE frog. It simply chose the path it
was best equipped to deal with.
When I find myself overwhelmed with
the myriad facets of life - the worries, frustrations, burdens, pain, grief, busyness,
and constant changes, I always seek some measure of solitude.
While digging
weeds, I can work out the solution to a problem.
While walking the beach, I can
contemplate ultimate change.
While standing among trees, I can
recognize my true size and importance.
When my mind is a-swirl and my body
racing, instinctively I know what I need - solitude and silence.
Through these,
the ultimate power of life and love and all that is speaks volumes and brings
me back to who I am.
"When you lose
touch with inner stillness,
you lose touch with yourself.
When you lose touch
with yourself,
you lose yourself in the world.
Your innermost
sense of self, of who you are,
is inseparable from stillness.
This is the I Am that is deeper than name and form."
~Eckhart
Tolle
“Be still, and know that I am God."
Psalm
46:10
Your posts are always inspiring. I love them and I love and appreciate you. I am thankful for you and your writing and photography and especially your friendship.
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