Think like a tree...

An ordinary miracle awaits you today,

wrapped up like it's nothing new...

you almost pass it by again

and

then there it is, right before your eyes.

...the only way through spring, is winter...

Hang tough through a cold spell~

It's December.  The month of glorious enlightenment, 
love in abundance, and simple acts of kindness.


I have been sitting here, trying to figure out the best way to share my heart, with my friends.  Stories are a good way 
in sharing who we are, and why.
Sometimes though an added blessing occurs.  In honesty
great healing happens, and hearts connect
and we realize, we are not 
alone, 
never have been.
 

Always provide shelter for those in need...

Grow strong without notice...

prepare for each season.

My sweet Mother, always left the door to our home open.
We were constantly feeding, and sheltering, family, 

 

friends, and casual acquaintances, with good food and
music. 
If it wasn't a holiday, they were planning vacations in the area, and planning on being at our home for the better part of it.
We slept outside, when the weather permitted, in
sleeping bags on the grass, under 
the stars.

In the morning we would cook breakfast over the
fire pit.  It was better than 
camping in the mountains...
well because we had the convenience of bathrooms
and hot water, without having to 
wait while it heated up!





But we always...headed to the canyons, for hikes, 
to the falls, nearby caves, or just random
mountain trails.
We were never short on the stuff adventures
are made of.

Soak up in the sun...

Affirm life's magic~

Be graceful in the wind.

I cherish the time she spent in preparations.
I did not at the time.  Always kind of  felt a little
put out, because I was the oldest of 
six kids in the family, 
and filled in all the blank spots where Mom,
needed help.


But having lived to the ripe old age that I am now,
I appreciate ALL, that she did day in and 
day out, making life happen.

Feel refreshed after it rains...

Stay deeply rooted.

I believe everything she did, she acted selflessly.
I don't think she really knew  the effect it would have on her posterity.  
She exemplified the life of a tree...beauty
regardless of the season.
Serving in unspoken traits of  shelter
and meaning.

A society grows great when old men plant trees

whose shade they know they 

will never sit in.