A ramble

Crates and barrels. (Petroleum Centre train depot. Oil Creek State Park, Pennsylvania.)

This is one of those posts where I have images, but no words of my own to go with them.  Sometimes they turn out to be pretty decent posts.  Other times, not so much.  We’ll just have to wait and see where it goes.

Wheels not turning

Those who live in the past limit their future.

~ Yogi tea tag wisdom

Looking towards the future from the past.

I decided to start with a cup of tea, hoping it would get the juices flowing.  Funny that my Yogi tea included that little bit of wisdom.  While I was out on my walk earlier, I got to thinking about the future (my granddaughters) and my past (my own childhood).

How to catch a train.

My youngest granddaughter, Maddy, came to mind.  I wondered about her fearlessness, and if I was ever like that as a child.  I don’t remember being fearless.  Oh, I’d climb trees with the best of them, and go higher if I could, but I never thought of that as being fearless.  I trusted the trees I climbed.  I trusted my own ability to climb the trees.  I, simply, trusted.

A display of oil derricks along the creek.

Perhaps that’s what fearlessness is:  Pure and simple trust.

Broadcasting. (Milkweed)

A tree says:  My strength is trust.  I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me.  I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else.  I trust that God is in me.  I trust that my labor is holy.  Out of this trust I live.

~ Hermann Hesse

Four crows come to visit. (Taken on this morning’s walk.)

If we can just let go and trust that things will work out the way they’re supposed to, without trying to control the outcome, then we can begin to enjoy the moment more fully.  The joy of the freedom it brings becomes more pleasurable than the experience itself.

~ Goldie Hawn

Today’s reflections

It’s day 25 of my year-long meditation commitment.  I am learning that meditation requires a lot of trust.  Sometimes I feel myself dissolving, and if I don’t trust, if I find myself fearful of letting go, the dissolution stops and I am abruptly thrown back into my noisy mind where, presumably, I think it’s safe.  It is safe in that it’s the known.

A likely pair

I imagine I’ll be learning all sorts of things — about trust, about love, about life — during this year.  Learning.  It keeps life interesting, to say the least.

The bones of the tree.

I guess that’s it from the Bogs for today.  Thanks for visiting.  It’s a gorgeous day here.  Warm, sunny, breezy.  We’re meeting on the deck to watch the sunset this evening.  Sunset is at 6:42.  Gosh, that seem early, doesn’t it?  I suppose it not, not for this time of year.  Anyhow.  The deck.  6:42pm.  Sunset.  It should be good.  Feel free to arrive early so you can enjoy some of this beautiful weather.  A cold front will be blowing through tomorrow.

A little bird comes to call

Have a delightful day, evening, or night… wherever and whenever you are on the spectrum of time.

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