Instead of turning around at the intersection, as planned, during my Saturday morning walk, I decided to turn right onto the grassy knoll and walk for a bit. To my pleasant surprise, after a few steps, I realized there was an unpaved path along the side of the road. I followed it and found the treasures captured in the photos below. I have lived in this town for more than a decade but today was the first time I found this path. The experience was a reminder that chosing a different path can, sometimes, be very rewarding. #offthebeatenpath
But this time,
in these early summer months,
the fallen leaves were not part of
a process for survival
of the absence of life.
The tree had died.
And I think of human life
and how strategies that demonstrated our
ability to survive
in one season,
can be evidence that we are
our thriving inhibited.
Stark evidence of our desperate need
to learn new and healthier ways of being.
Seasons give context.
Seasons give meaning.
© 2017 by Esther W. Wright
Joining graydaysandcoffee for iphriday
Joining graydaysandcoffee for iPhriday. The trees in the forefront of the photos remind me to let His handiwork, not mine, be my point of reference, during this Resurrection season and always.
I enjoy peppers in salads, stir fried with ginger, and in other foods, and they are usually in my cart when I am grocery shopping. At some point last year, I decided to begin saving the seeds and try growing peppers this spring. Although I did not plant them in the spring, as I intended, I eventually sowed the dried seeds from several peppers in a container. Over the weeks, I observed, with pleasure, the growth from seedlings to full grown plants. I was fist pumping excited when I noticed flowers, then tiny peppers which increased in size.
My problem was, I could not remember whether I had planted green, yellow, or red peppers, having omitted to tag the seeds when I saved them. All the peppers were green as they grew (bear with me you seasoned gardeners with your ultra green thumbs; I can hear your snickering). Then one day, a bit of color caught my eyes among all the green. I moved the leaves aside and saw this.
I felt a mixture of wonder and excitement. I was witnessing a transformation. Today, approximately a week later, I saw the final version. Transformation takes time, patience, and nurturing, but the outcome makes it all worthwhile.
Ocean waters are sometimes calm, soothing,
Sauntering, strolling, meandering to the shore
Inviting reflection and “just being” moments
But with a change in the wind, or some other external element
They hurl against the shore, tantamount to an assault
Raging and sending those nearby scampering for safe places
Much like our emotions
Which can change in response to circumstances
But which, unlike the ocean, we can learn to control
And limit their damaging effects on others
© E. Adams Wright, August 2015