Forty Plus Miles

       It's beautiful, the dark night that's there, the early morning rising that stumbles from it's slumber and begins. It's beautiful, the hidden even I've missed sometimes, as the night brews a celestial coffee of sorts, pours a cup for the rising day on it's way to it's sleep in the hand off of beginning.          Day announces it's beginning, caffeinated as it seems, and it's beautiful; beautiful in the hidden transition that becomes plain as we are willing to look. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

           Flying free, through the winds that carry. No worry, no agenda, just a gentle ride through. Flying free, this dandelion, and I with it, escaping life's stresses for a while; a healthy distraction as I ride this plant. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

          To begin again, in change again, of weather and life that goes again. To try again, to live again, past busy and constant where it's tough again. To thrive again, regardless of hardships again, focusing not on circumstances but Jesus again; where I begin again, to live again.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

             This is down, buried somewhere in the dark underneath unpleasant work disguised as crawling underneath a building. This is down, seen in front of me as I lay on my back, looking upward in hopes of gaining energy again from exhaustion that is giving me a one-two punch.                "This is down", surprising me at first, written on the bottom half of floorboards that have worn down the original wording, rearranging to the surprising message that strikes me; three words now changing and speaking powerful truths. Creativity sees it, acknowledges the reality of a difficult time, while counting it blessed to have a way to help a tired soul express themselves in a constructive and creative way.                "This side down", seeing both messages, through creativity and reality, what it started out as, building something large and massive only to become something ...

           Flying, flying, and I am watching, somewhere in the heat of an endless summer that keeps trying to hold us. Gliding, gliding, riding fire's winds, those of an August summer heat overstaying it's welcome in this September month. Watching still as wonder enters the scene of daily living, as Heaven offers serenity in a brief moment.             Here I pause, take joy in the blessing of dragonflies colorful and bold, flying on a hot summer's work day; a summer still there, in September. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

              I'll write about faces, times and places, three come to mind, where margin I still find. I'll write about family, write happily, even here in the busy. I'll write about faces, in busy times and places.  Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support!