Coming to you Live from the Mountains

Today, I hiked a very large mountain—well since I’m a flat lander, I’d call it a mountain, at least. It could’ve been a very large treacherous hill though. 😳

It was a beautiful day and the plants just shined in the dew as we hiked our way up the section of land situated on the mountain.

I love identifying flowers and trees; bugs and arachnids; peat moss and lichens!

I even found a couple plants and trees I knew from my home state KS, including a Linden tree, Rough horsetail, and a flowering Dogwood I once saw in beautiful Atchison, KS.

We even followed a creek that was so beautiful! Not very deep as you could see the water cascading over the rocks clear across. I was so taken with it all and a good hike is something I just so enjoy!

Anyway, it got me to thinkin’, climbing this mountain brought me a lot of challenges especially with my injured foot. I slipped in the boggy mud twice and almost lost my balance hiking through a ravine with a stream with a solid rock bed below.

I was a step away from that fern when I slid

I developed a lot of courage and bravery on that mountain today.

And courage comes out of people in a lot of different ways. Unexpectedly, sometimes.

When you do something courageous you feel a sense of self-esteem and your mood lightens, feeling the happiness of accomplishment.

That’s how I felt like on that mountain coming down when I almost slid into the little stream running down to meet the creek. Then I remembered how strong I was. And that saved me from falling. My self-esteem and courage from climbing all the way up and persevering to the top was such a wonderful boost of morale for me.

So, reader, my friend, I challenge you, step out of your normal day-to-day routine and get your feet wet. Try something new that will challenge you and even make you cry, sweat, grit your teeth with perseverance.

God made you for greatness; climb your mountain!

Update #1 on Country Living

The winds are brisk today 43 degrees to be exact with a sharp wind that’s bound to make your nose cold and cheeks rosy.

Paradise apple tree

Today, on my walk I came across a currant tree and a Paradise apple tree.

It’s so peaceful outside not a sound.

There are a good deal of Robins and blue jays flying and flitting about outside. Despite the month being April it is still dastardly cold outside and sadly most of my flowers are down and out.

I truly am feeling the cold of PA.

I’ve been making coffee on a regular morning basis pretty much in the dark still. It was very misty moist-y wet this morning.

I just realized I have to watch Shawshank Redemption or Snowpiercer for an assignment due tonight.

So toodles friends! Have a lovely evening

Winter Aches

So, many years ago, I was diagnosed with a “permanent sprain”. Great, my biking had to slow down, I had to slow down, my life seemed like everything was just chugging on a slow train.

Now years later my feet get ice cold, circulation problems from my TBI etc. My foot/ankle/hip are in continuous pain. It doesn’t seem fair that this is my burden.

But then I think to myself. This is my pain to bear. This is my sacrifice to carry.

So, I bear it for a greater purpose.

So I challenge you. Find something that gives you pain or suffering and offer it up for a greater purpose.

What is it you struggle with? Comment below if you feel comfortable sharing.

Have a beautiful and blessed day!

Dinner Party Seen from Afar

Eeeeee!! rang out across the dining room where all the guests sat. My foot erects I shift in bed to see the commotion going on. The noise coming from our youngest guest sweet Virginia with her glowing red cheeks like red apples. Soon the guests are assembled in my “bedroom” chattering about how their babies are growing into children.
I cannot believe how much they’ve grown either! Isn’t it a beautiful thing to see children grow.

 

 

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Children at my preschool

 

 

“Children make your life important.”
-Erma Bombeck

Jamima shared with me about her daycare and about her next vacation. I enjoy so much listening to Jamima. I shared with her about my latest scarf knitting conquest and about my next blanket project.

 

The table was arranged beautifully, thanks to my lovely caring step-mother. Who is my current care-taker, God Bless her! The table is covered with a beautiful golden tablecloth shimmering in the darkness of the night. The porcelain plates are a beautiful white their simplicity stolen by their golden rim that shine against the fluted wine glasses.

Vivaldi’s Spring invigorated the house with a burst of triumphant violin staccato. Two high chairs full and a busy loud dining room is such a wonderful delight.

Wonderful smells wafted from the outside porch as my father brought in a plate of succulent steaks. As I cut into my steak the atmosphere of the room changed as the dessert was revealed. A beautiful three-layered rum spice egg-nog cake appeared. Its decadent layers buttered with a cloak of light whip cream swirled in layers never-ending white.

Food and friends made this party a complete wonder.

What a splendid thing unity is!

In with Anesthesia Out with Flat

“Well, it looks as if we have a date!” My doctor proudly exclaimed as he entered the room. Sitting on his spinning stool he was very good at holding a poker face. 

He then described what anesthesia he’d use and about the post-op medications and how I should keep my foot elevated. Oh lord, help me through this! I am hoping to read, achieve my TEFL certification and listen to a lot of audio books.

My surgery will be arch reconstruction. Oh joy! it seems nearly a year ago that I wrote a poem about arches. Haha! Little did I know. 

So it will come to pass, the life-changing surgery and my year long recovery. 

In Retrospect-Veni. Vidi. Vici

I stared at the folded flannel you’d left tucked under my pillow and my body shook with tears.

My family and I had dropped you off at the hotel closest to the airport hours ago. I had cried the whole way home. When you had kissed me that last time you left me a promise you’d be home. I didn’t wash the flannel for days because it was the last scent I had of you. Scents calm the weary heart.

Our love story started on April 1st. The evening was hazy and held an air of promise. My love would finally walk into my heart. We met on his birthday. Previously, I had planned it all ahead, candles and homemade cake. The cake was a fabulous three-layer chocolate cake. The room was growing golden in the hazy sunset as you rapped on my front door. Little did you know that indeed that door was not in use. Your muscular silhouette outlined my door as a grasped the knob with the excitement of a teenage girl at prom.  How your eyes reflected light with a color like the sea on a rainy day.

The next months I spent with you were like a new horizon to my life. You had opened up new pathways for me by believing in me. You gave me a new way of thinking. I learned what MMA fighting was. I went to my first shooting range and actually shot a gun. We had coffee at my favorite coffee shop.

We loved like crazy for those months. Learning about each other. Carving out our pasts and our dreams to each other, like a finely carved wooden chair. One night when we were watching a historical Polish war film it started pouring cats and dogs outside. A thick web of angels tears streaked my windows. And you had left your truck windows down. So, racing outside in your yellow windbreaker, looking like a fisherman out to sea, you cranked your window handles up and raced back.

You started packing two weeks before you left. Each night you left my house a little later. Spending those last nights together we kindled our love. A love like the light in the tabernacle, always burning.

Throughout the days after you left the angel tears streaking my window soon streaked my face. The strength I gained from your belief in me has just intensified as I’ve learned to spread my wings and fly alone. That’s all I can do just believe you’ll be back.

After a week of slow mourning I began picking up old hobbies that I had shoved under the rug. water coloring, crocheting and writing poetry. I picked a walking trail around town I walk nearly everyday. His absence had left my heart withered but I found the path back to my life before him. It is hard I won’t say its not but you just have to pick yourself up and start over–alone. All alone, you have to find you path, your direction.

Honestly, from my experience, deployment is the biggest struggle you’ll probably ever face. But then you realize its slipping through your calendar like the sand slipping through your fingers.

Making goals for yourself to bloom spiritually, mentally and physically have been the threshold of my growth. Joining support groups on social media has helped with the stress of him being gone. I read other women’s stories of their triumphs and struggles during deployments. We all support each other and it gets more bearable.

I have began working out and literally molding myself into a lean and healthier person. I was shooting for 6-packs but I’m not sure that’s going to happen. I have always wanted six packs if only for a week that would be amazing!

As mentioned previously in my blog I want to visit Vermont and begin my travel blogging career there. I also want to move into my own apartment and get a puppy. My academic pursuits have been successful with the completion of my associate’s degree. Soon I will begin the pursuit of my bachelors degree.

Spiritually I am striving to be better, I’m by no means perfect but better. The Lord has given me more than I deserve and I am forever thankful for that. Every morning I try to read the Bible, which has been a great comfort for my soul. This time away from my love has only strengthened my cardinal virtues, such as patience and fortitude. With so little communication our relationship demands an equivocal amount of patience, certainty with speech and endurance.

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This is a bit of my journey so far on the long road of deployment. I hope if my readers are experiencing deployment woes they can find some comfort or at least consolation in this post. For now my readers have a blessed day and keep believing that everything will be ok in the end.