Happy Rainy Thursday!

Happy Rainy Thursday…

What a rainy Thursday we are having here in western Oregon!

Yes, for the most part we Oregonians don’t mind it, and we typically welcome the cleansing of the atmosphere, the wonderful sound of the rain on the rooftop, and the glorious sweet smell the rain leaves behind.

But with this down pour I’ve been experiencing internet technical difficulties. Not great news for a blogger.

 

 

 

So, enjoy your rainy Thursday. I am determined to get more posted soon in between inconsistent losses of internet connections.

 

 

Hugs to you all! ♥

 

Our Lives In A Cage…

Our Lives In A Cage…

Does everyone live in a cage? A Jar? A fishbowl? To some, the city or neighborhoods and the hustle bustle that may come along with those environments are wonderful. Some people thrive on the energy, be it positive or negative. It can be alluring, the high energy and everything that comes along with it. The sounds. The smells. The people. Some crave the excitement, the noise, and the static. But to me, it’s just that. Static.

I am grateful for the times I have lived in cities and various neighborhoods. That urban life helped mold me to who I am now, and reminded me of my true roots in nature I had as a child.

 

We are all happy with the little farm we live on now, but with neighbors on both sides of me in such close proximity, sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating.

In the early morning when I go out to breathe before anyone else is awake, and for that split-second moment as the cool fog rolls across the fields, I have a sense of peace. I can pretend that I don’t see the neighbor’s home, or hear the soft hum from the vehicles on the highway a distance away. But, I still long for the quiet solitude and calm serenity of the forest. Of nature. Of what is home to me.

When my small farm and the beautiful fields that encompass a portion of it just aren’t enough for me and the vacant noise of lawn mowers trimming the pristine turfs and the ever-continuous echo from the road of people walking their dogs or biking by becomes physically piecing to my soul, I must escape.

The forest is calling.

For some it’s the mountains, others the ocean, or perhaps a beautiful park or hiking trail. To open the door to your cage or the lid to your jar, and physically take yourself to those locations can be so healing. The need to breath clean air and see all that nature has to offer is so important for our own quality of life. To touch our soul. Re-charge our batteries. Grasp what is truly in our heart.

For those of us who cannot for whatever reason reside in such locations, we live for the times that we can go. To go to the isolation. The calm. The alone, but not lonely. For nature does not judge. You can go be you and live in the moment in the sound of silence.

What calls to you, dear readers?

 

“Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark”… Barbara Hall

And The Rain Came Down…

And The Rain Came Down…

With so much damage and chaos from the unfortunate fires we’ve experienced in so many western states recently, we can only sigh with relief and welcome each rain drop as it touches the Earth. The happiness we feel as each drop falls to the ground.

We cannot bring back or replace any of the loved ones who were lost, or repair the damage done to the beautiful forests and homes. But with each drop we have hope that we will continue on with life and growth.

Thank you for the rain…

Happy Friday The 13th!!!

Hello wonderful readers & Happy Friday the 13th!!!

Today we finally have a little bit of quiet from the thunder and rain storm last night. Storms like that don’t bother me at all. In fact, I find it quite calming when we have tucked the little ones into bed, have the cozy fire going in the wood stove and can hear the rolling thunder and rain rapping on the roof. Such a unique sound and feeling. The power of the storm is so close, but being inside in the evening fall warmth is just so soothing.

But, alas, the storm has passed and we are left with just a grey, foggy, slightly rainy Oregon day. The rain shows no sign of actually coming to an end. A perfect setting for Friday the 13th.

Some folks dread this day no matter what month it falls in, but October seems to have an even more haunting gloom for them. Is it because this is the month of All Hallows Eve? Do they feel an extra sense of doom from lingering spirits? Or are they just so superstitious of all things related to old wives tales and myths that they freak themselves out by the very mention of the day? Or are they a simple skeptic, and feel everything surrounding Friday the 13th is plain ridiculous?

I, for one, enjoy Friday the 13th. I have always found it to be a pleasant day and I have a few friends that actually celebrate their births on this day. So, happy birthday to them, and hope you all enjoy your Friday the 13th! Watch out for black cats and ladders 😊

Do you enjoy Friday the 13th? What superstitions do you have?

“Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder; keep rosemary by your garden gate; plant lavender for luck; and fall in love whenever you can.”… Sally Owens, Practical Magic