a walk in the fog

 

“I have long believed that the way to know a spiritual sense is to know it in our real life.  I think the best way to understand about God and peace is to know about peace in our everyday lives.”  ~Fred Rogers (one of my heroes).

 

Yesterday afternoon here at home, the light faded fast.  By 3:30 in the afternoon, the house was quite dim.  The overhead lights were off (because I love a dark house sometimes) and Grace did her homework on the couch to the glowing of the Christmas tree.

 

 

(dark cookies on the kitchen counter)

 

As for me, I was being pulled outside….and told the children I was going for a little walk.  They understand me and didn’t even look up to watch me go out the door.

 

I was in a cloud of light fog.  The air was cool and damp, good to breath into my lungs.

 

I stood and looked at the pond.  It was so pretty with water on top of ice.  Parker the dog enjoyed his cold drink from the edge.

 

I didn’t do it yesterday, but sometimes I taste the water droplets at the ends of branches, especially pine.  I imagine it must be the freshest, earthy, water.

Sarah lifts up her hand to touch the drops.  But I was alone on this walk.

 

One thing I love about stepping out to enjoy nature is that instantly the sounds of the house vanish into the sounds of the outdoors.  I love hearing the wind and birds, the water rushing. 

Sometimes make conversational remarks out loud to myself like a nut.

Sometimes I pray.

I almost always have my camera around my neck.  (I never know what I might see)

Bubbles on the stream.

 

The stream was swollen and rushing…..full of fast, cold water. 

 

The bank down is rather steep in some spots and I wonder how I will manage when I am elderly.  I’ll need steps and a walking stick, so I can forever visit my stream. 

 

 

 

On the wet days the hens drink water from puddles. 

I love the pose from the hen on the left; almost like she’s in the middle of a rap-song.

 

 

I went back home and peeked through the window.  Grace saw me and came to stand by me. 

 

Jacob is still sick, but no longer throwing up.  All he wants to do is sleep-sleep-sleep.

Ethan stayed home from school today, too.  His stomach is fine but he has a cough and a bad headache, weakness, and chills.  However, he is feeling better enough now to shower and dress and PUT HIS SHEETS AND BLANKETS IN THE WASH ALL BY HIMSELF!  (because, he didn’t want to sleep in a bed of germs tonight, he explained). 

Caleb also coughed all night and stayed home today. 

Seth has had enough energy for ALL OF US.  Thank goodness he still takes a nap.  I had him bundled up earlier, and running around the pond.

Sarah Joy is pale today and talking funny like maybe she has a sore throat.

I made a pot of playdough for the children and one of my favorite memories of the morning was when Caleb, Seth, and I were all stirring it at the same time.  They each picked out a color (blue, blue, and pink) and I sprinkled some glitter into their dough. 

I made egg sandwiches for lunch; I needed to USE UP EGGS!  A wonderful feeling to have them again.

I made one and a half quarts of homemade french dressing.  I have chicken roasting in the oven for a big pot of chicken noodle soup for later.  (cures colds)

 

I sat by sleeping Jacob and read my Mr Rogers quote book.  I love him and all he said and did; the message of kindness he showed toward everyone, especially children.   Here is one more good thought:

“Imagine what our real neighborhoods would be like if each of us offered, as a matter of course, just one kind word to another person.  There have been so many stories about the lack of courtesy, the impatience of today’s world, road rage and even restaurant rage.  Sometimes, all it takes is one kind word to nourish another person.  Think of the ripple effect that can be created when we nourish someone.  One kind empathetic word has a wonderful way of turning into many.”

 

I like you, friends!  Hope you have a warm and mindful day.

“You are special, just the way you are” (F.R.)

 

 

Play Dough Recipe:

1 cup white flour
1/2 cup salt
2 tablespoon cream of tartar
1 tablespoon oil
1 cup water
food coloring

Mix first 4 ingredients in a pan. Add water and mix well. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, for 3 – 5 minutes. Dough will become difficult to stir and form a “clump”.  Remove from stove and knead for 5 minutes–add food coloring during kneading process. Play dough will keep for a long time stored in a covered plastic container or plastic sandwich bag.

(from this blog)

 

0 thoughts on “a walk in the fog

  1. I love the thoughts from Fred Rogers!Loved those drops of water on the branches. I imagined them frozen into nature’s diamonds.Blessings as your household fights the germs.

  2. we’ve got sickies here too, my youngest has been out of school all week with the flu.  sounds like it’s been hitting pretty hard at their school. =(  And we had homemade chicken noodle soup this week too.  p.s. I ran across a note the other day that you sent to me about five years ago.  it blessed me again 😉

  3. I enjoyed the walk with you:) hope everyone recooperates quickly and that Sethie shares his energy with his mama:)I put something in the mail for you today but coming from Canada it will take up to 2-3 weeks:( that’s long but just know I thought of you BEFORE Christmas but never made it to the post office until a little late:)

  4. LOL Love the last pic! My kids laugh when they sees this and asking me what will he do if a fly landed right in his mouth??? hahahahaha … My kids can be so funny!Oh, the fog! Here, we have thick fogs in the morning and sometimes starting late afternoon when the sun is weak. During early morning it is really so thick that there are times I cannot see anything in front of me. I almost fell into a hole the last time in the woods – thank God that the hole is small!

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