Inspired the by the destructive quality of yesterday's beautiful heavy snow, I was going to write a thoughtful little discourse about balance. Something about how I know that when I am rested and pay heed to my health; when my soul is nourished and my priorities aligned, I can handle whatever is thrown at me. That, like a careful backpacker who meticulously distributes his load, I can carry more than I thought able.
Whatever.
I can't really pull it out of my head today.
So instead I'll just share these photos with you while they're still timely. (That is, I HOPE this may be the last of the snow!) The irony is that when I drove home from errands and saw this split tree, I really didn't have time to drive back with my camera. Too much awaited me at home: the driveway to finish shoveling, bank problems to probe, food prep, the usual laundry list.
I worked for a while, but the scene called me back. Samuel and I tromped. Backstage birds filled the air with song. The sun sparkled. Those 15 minutes basking in God's beauty filled me with enough cheer to tackle the looming mundane tasks without complaint.
Besides, Samuel, who got snow in his boots, did enough of that already.
Balance. I'm getting there.
3 comments:
Your photos are amazing! Thanks for doing all the pie work last night. Our little pies were delish, and the boys and girls had fun.
I think I like this post better than your planned one. I think you did find balance in returning to take the photographs which are beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
Amazing insights. Great shots.
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