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A Hallowed Day in My Peat Bog Hollow


© 2009 ….RaeDi

I went for a walk this morning. The weather was perfect for it, been a long winter. Winters are very hard on this soul. This will be the last one spent here in the Pacific Northwest. It is God’s country, but the cold damp winters are hard on my health. I hope and pray each spring that I get back my losses. I have noticed the past two winters; I have not gained all that was lost so this was the decision maker. My winters will be spent in a dry Southern region. Not for sure where, but what an adventure it will be to find my special spot. 

I love adventure. I always have, I am one not to sit still for long. Each and all of my memories are very cherished and to this point in my life not forgotten. The good, bad and indifferent, the reason, I feel I have learned from each one of them and each one good, bad or indifferent are what makes me ~ me. I am whom I am because of all that which makes up my past. I hope that the good things represent more of who I am and what defines me, and I believe they outbalance the other two. The last I think are what has made me stronger, I am what most would call a survivor of the many obstacles that have been in my life. Some I created or put there, I am relieved to say that the better parts of those were come upon. Nevertheless, I survived. Who knows what is around the corner, but it may just be something that blesses me more than anything I could possibly dream of?

Yes, I need to get back on track….It is a beautiful day. In the 70’s, sunny and the sky, the most beautiful color of blue, what a contrast to the dreary gray we see here from usually September until June, it sure makes one stop and take in the beauty and give thanks to our Maker. When I started out, I was not for sure in which direction I would go. Our mudroom has two doors. One leads to our woods the other to the beach. I decided to take the one headed for the woods. Not sure in which direction I would take, just start walking, listening and watching for anything that would take my attention. This is a norm for me, even if I did plan what and where I was going usually something draws my attention, and I’m off in that direction. 

I call these times when I am out and about with myself, my spiritual time. I let my soul look, feel, smell, and during the right time of season taste all the Lord has given us. I often wonder if others see their world as I see mine. I count all the notes, I hear our feathers friends singing the songs of praise straight from Heaven. Even the plumage these creatures wear is God’s gift to us; you see every color that He created. I think what a gifted God we have, talented in all fields. Can you imagine being able to create these colors with such perfection? From the little Hummingbirds to the Eagles seen often gliding in circles overhead, size does not matter they are each such a beauty and grace in flight. Their notes filling the air, I call it tranquility. It so soothes my spirit.

 I take a few breaks to listen and look. On one such, break a doe and twin fawns appeared ahead. She knows I am here, she also knows not to fear me. The little fellas white spots are still very bright; they cannot be more than a few days old. It so amazes me when I see these little ones how they balance on those wee little ankles.   I give her time and she moves on. I am in awe as I continue my walk, the colors of spring greens so bright, as bright as the sky is blue. 

I have picked a glorious day for a walk. I packed a small picnic to take with me, at this time I am so   thankful I took the time. I will indeed be out in my woods for a good spell.   The fresh air feels so good, I note that I am taking in deep breaths and realizing the refreshing sensation, I feel throughout my body.   It gives this soul pause to think about all that is, and it transcends me once again to be one with spirit. It surpasses anything I can put to words at this point. I just know that my spirit comes alive, and I see things through my Maker eyes. 

I do not bring my camera on these walks. I put my all into seeing and feeling, smelling all that surrounds me. I wish I could share or put to words how amazing this altered states feels, it exceeds all I can describe, it surpasses anything else that I have experienced in my walk on this my life’s journey the Lord has given me. To feel one with nature, a oneness with our Lord, to walk as a spirit, that is what I feel I experience each time I let myself just go deep into without thought really. Just letting my spirit be, consenting a totality, and making available the enter spirit to be the one to think, see and listen, setting no limits or bounds. 

Then I often times wonder if other souls realize what a gift He has given us, when we allow Him just to be, to put everything else to the side, and just be, let Him lead and show us all that is, all that surrounds us. This journey is so exhilarating.   Nothing can you compare it too. I go where not I lead, I am allowed to see and feel things that, for the most part, I feel are sanctioned by our Lord, in letting go, I received so much more than I could even think to ask for. 

I find myself in the lower bog.   I have been told this peat bog is millions of years old. Finn Creek comes through. This is one of our hollows; the Lord has been so good to me. The sun filters through and makes sun streaks everywhere I look, it is so spiritual. I feel the light of our Lord everywhere, reflecting and throwing beams in all directions. I find myself on my cedar tree. This is a special spot for me, since the first time I set eyes on this hollow. My cedar tree has grown into a bent hammock over the creek. Just wide, enough for me to get a relaxing lay on her.   I lay there and I hover, I feel as though I am floating, drifting off to where the Lord wants to take me to show and teach me things that I know of not. I am positioned here on my cedar hammock with the creek surrounding me, I listen to her babble underneath me and on both sides, and it is so soothing. I see every once in a while a small fish come through.   I hear the special notes above me, I look up and see a pair of Bald Eagles circling and with a juvenile,   it is being taught the lessons of life. The thin chittering notes; seem quite weak for such a magnificent bird. I have no idea how long I watched them. 

It amazes me the repertoire of each birds call or songs: from feeding and alarm calls, announcing their presence, or calling their mates to name just a few. The doves are cooing the sound so peaceful, I guess that is why we have the dove and the olive branch. I am honored and privileged that the Western Tanager makes a call. The male with his brilliant red-head, bright yellow body, with the black of its back, wings and tail that is so striking against the bright colors, their mates the females in the what seems to be muted colors of yellow-green in comparison to the males brilliant, intense colors. His colors are used to draw attention away from the nests, her colors, so she blends in.   Their song is strong and carries far, very similar to the Robin. They are so shy; it is a wonderful offering from our Lord to allow me to watch them for an extended period of time.   A Sapsucker has landed on my cedar hammock on the rise, I know he knows I am here, but he has decided to sit a spell and sun himself. I wait in quiet and just watch and take in all his colors from his red-head to his claws.  

I realize I have been gone for a long time, and I am hungry and so thankful for the food I brought. It is a very simple meal of cheese, bread, grapes and a small thermos of hot tea. It was very tasty and satisfying I decided to leave some of each as a gift to my friends who have visited me this consecrated day the Lord has given me. This is a day the Lord has blessed me with, very hallowed grounds in my peat bog hollow, one, I will not forget. I feel as good now as I have felt in a while, and I know my spirit has been recharged.   I will now head home ~ back to reality, until next time….


Autumn In Time

Here in the Northwest, autumn is almost upon us before we even had our second season; the sun hardly showed it face, which made for a long cool, wet summer.  The few days that the clouds parted for the sun everyone seemed to stop their everyday routines and spent the hours at leisure soaking in the rays.   When the sunrays are seen and felt they entice, hypnotize all of us sun-deficient North Westerners, and the rays are so appreciated.

I have enjoyed the past few days; we have had lots of sun, it almost makes up for the summer without sun.  Summers end is the beginning of another season.  With autumn comes getting things ready for winters long haul.  While basking in the sun I kept thinking I had so many things to do and all I could think about was the bright warm rays.   Tomorrow, I will work twice as hard and hope I catch up on the things that needed done yesterday and more so for the winter that is fast approaching.

That got me thinking about the tomorrows and what happened to all the yesterdays.  Time flies by so quickly.  It seems with the total sum of birthdays comes with it a momentum of time that is exhilarated at each new marking of a new year.   It sure would be nice if the years would slow down as our pace slows down.   I think it would be a better match to even things out just a bit.

Taking time to soak in the sunrays can and has given myself the added propulsion I needed to finish what I started a few years ago.  The cleaning out of my life so that leisure time is not so much a happenstance.  It seems to motivate a reflection of how time has been spent over the years to different degrees in thought of what one would want for all future days.  Kind of, a sort out, of what is important and what is not.    With age comes wisdom I have been told, I hope I put it to some good use.  However, my accepted wisdom (I will like this new wisdom that comes with age)  for today was about how I was feeling so good taking time just to relax and giving myself permission for no reason being needed today towards ( or at the present moment)  not getting anything done.  For today the only feeling, I was allowing, was the suns sensation reaching to the very center of my being.

At some point of my nothingness, something jarred me from my semi trance and made me aware that I had so much more to do and now I considered it necessary to get things readied for my future devoid of clutter (personal and material.)    Coming back to the real world as my head cleared, my thoughts arched and I found myself taking assessment about what I could do to undo the cumbersome (ness’) that seemed to consume my life.   I would like to overtake my life to an even measure, balance me overall, making a harmonious whole.   Carrying or doing so many things that need not be, I think the awkwardness of being a type ‘A’ personality, the doer, makes it hard just to let go.  Note to self: do not try too hard, just let it happen.

Being right on the cusp of my sexagesimal years, I have times two  years in time to learn to let go (if not sooner) , allowing and ridding myself of  all  unimportant  and  inconsequential things.  Taking a little time now for ridding me of the muddle and putting a little order to the few well-chosen things left in my life, for the time yet to come.  I wonder how much time and energy I waste on non-essential doings.   How many times I do something that is not necessary in the least, my thinking before may have been it was important but to me now…  things need change with time.  I will enjoy all my future Autumns in Time as many as I am given.

Brought to mind with my thinking is the poem, “To Autumn” by John Keats.  It words evoke the sights, tastes and sounds that come with autumn.    The words conclude with the movement of our beings, the expansion and progressions of our lives and the progress that comes with age, autumn being the end of the day to be lived, our autumn years are that before our decline.

An Autumn in Time is like letting go but not before the leaves depart the trees.  What beauty autumn brings with splendid and brilliant colors, the late summer bountiful harvest and the sounds of birds migrating south.  I do hope that I become a very colorful soul with my Autumn in Time.

Autumn is the time of growth and success, full stage before any abating.  A time to celebrate, enjoy oneself and appreciate all that was beforehand.  A time to let go and ensue all the meaningful things with nothing missed.  I will live my Autumn in Time to the fullest.

To Autumn by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring?  Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

In each of our Autumns in Time, there are diverse measures for each soul.   It could be the way one lives their life or through different disciplines, could be through spiritual living, or could be taking self-care and keeping strength and resilience for stability, it could be each or all or many other varied raison d’être.   Many multiples can and do make up the differentials of how long our Autumn in Time will be….

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