A Sunrise Relationship Connection

“Grandpa at what time will we see the sun?”

“Well Grandson, it depends where we are standing.”

The grandson blew into his cupped hands, then asked, “What do you mean?”

“You see, if you stand far from the mountains, like we are now, we’ll see the sun sooner. But, if we were at the base of those mountains, we won’t see the sun until it cleared their peaks.”

“But Grandpa, Nana said that the sun rises at the same time.”

Grandpa patted his grandson on the head, chuckled and then responded, “Nana is right. The sun rises at a specific time every day. But if a mountain is right before us, it will block the sun from our sight.”

“Oh, I see.” The grandson cuddled in his own coat as the Alaska’s cold, morning air touched his skin. He then releases a deep sigh.

“What thoughts are you wrestling with, grandson?”

“I was wondering, if the reason why my parents can’t see God like we do, is because of where they are standing.”

His grandpa wraps his arm around the Grandson’s shoulders, “You are wise for an eight-year-old.”

“Grandpa, you’re the wise one, for you bring me out here where God teaches man about him and ourselves.”

“How did you arrive to this conclusion?”

“By watching and listening to you.”

“Hmmm.” Grandpa remain quiet for a while before releasing a deep breath.

The grandsons watched the cloud of breath float up and reshaped itself until it vanished from sight.

“Grandpa, did you just tell God a prayer?”

“I did.”

“What did you pray for?”

“That you and I will have many more mornings to witness the sunrise. And, for you to keep reminding me of the important things one must do. I also asked the Lord to help me stand where I will always see God so that He can shine through me.”

“I will ask the same things.” The Grandson released three puffs of breath and watched them transformed shapes as they floated to the heavenly sky. “Grandpa, the sun!”

Grandpa moved away from the rail, took the keys of the truck out of his pocket and told his Grandson, “the sun rays have spread making this Grandpa and Grandson connection time, extra special. Now let’s go to the mountains and explore.”

Tuesday Photo Challenge by Dutch goes the Photo ~ Connections

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Cloudy With a Chance of Change

Which clouds do your eyes focus on when you travel?

Is it the darkest ones in the far distance gathering for a storm, or the ones above you ready to release their showers, or the one drifting above the grown, soon to vanish before you draw near?

For me? It was the whitest one of all. It drifted low, rapidly changing, becoming smaller the closer my husband drove around the bend.

Clouds fascinate me. They deliver more than destruction or harm when they release the rain. They provide what’s needed for change to occur.

One day, maybe tomorrow or next spring, change will be seen. Not just by the new growth, but by the maturity and strength of how the tree, the bush or the vine endured the dark, heavy clouds that soon would appear.

Go Ahead be Green ~It’s a sing of new growth

 

Illumination comes when a source of Light shines in the crevasses of our heart exposing narrow thinking, shallow ways and stubborn blocks.

Once a heart’s change has occurred the greens of growth will be brightly seen.

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La iluminación llega cuando una fuente de Luz brilla en las grietas de nuestro corazón y expone el pensamiento angosto, las formas superficiales y los bloques obstinados.

Una vez que ha ocurrido un cambio en el corazón, los verdes del crecimiento se verán brillantemente.

A Wild Call

🔷️A WILD CALL🔷️
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Alone
Crippling
Thoughts
Weakens
My will
with fear

Otherwise
I’d be gone
Answering
The Wild call
That my heart
Loudly hears

One step
One jump
One climb
One day
I’ll arrive
But, not alone
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Worlds Under My Feet

☄UNDER MY FEET☄°
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Like footprints,
Bones wrapped
In lace, appeared
As If a gift
Been left
For me
To unearth
By photo edits.

Strange things
Air bubbles
Make when
Caught by
Drastic fallen
Temperature
In moving
Water.

Next time,
You discover
The gift from
Mother nature
Under
Your feet
Before it’s
Forever gone
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☄UNDER MY FEET☄
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Frozen beauty
Captivated me
Wishing a
Microscope
Near me
Not to see
Life or
Death, but
Patters and
Designs
Created by
temperature
Water
And time
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☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄

 UNDER MY FEET☄

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From
My eyes
To my feet
An inconspicuous
Frozen world existed
unbeknownst to me.
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When
Sunlight
Illuminated
My slippery path
An intangible Voice
cried-out, “Photograph me.”
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After
Editing light
Contrast and color,
My heart skip a beat,
Slowly, hidden Galaxies
Revealed themselves to me.
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☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄☄

Really, How Big is Life?

IN THE FAR DISTANCE️
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To grasp how big life really is, one must:

Drink oceans of understanding,
Climb mountains of insight,
Trench terrains of awareness,
Breath rivers of experience, plus
Soak -up starburst of heavenly enlightenment.

Or just go for a hike in the wilderness of Alaska.

I promise, your mind, heart, body, soul and spirit
will be drench with all the above that you
will sleep like a child, who’d played all day
and for most of the night.
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Six Word Saturday ~ Ordinary as Extraordinary

Imaginative creativity sees ordinary as extraordinary.

 

Go visit Debbie’s at Travel With Intent, Six Word Saturday Challenge  and participate. If you so be moved.

 

 

My Prolific Moments With Nature

 

Nature is prolific, take time to observe, listen and learn.

VASTNESS
One must cross the immensity ocean of uncertainty, before they climb the summits in their lives.

MISCONSEPTION️
Sometimes the mounts right before us are piles made from clearing a way to move forward. Let’s not treat them as barriers.

DISTRACTIONS
Before distractions bloom, we should take a good look at what’s before us. Let’s not overlook the fact that, we just might be able to move right or left to avoid the distraction all together. Yes, it could be that simple.

RESTORING HOPE
Day’s duty flees aspiration. Sunset diminishes failure. Moments reflect past lessons. Faith restores tomorrow’s hope. Night gives a soul much-needed restoration.

SOUL THIEF
A chilling wind called my name as it gently swayed the golden grass.

My soul drifted to the grassy side while my body stood on an icy road.

In no time, my body joined my soul and I whispered, “Alaska, why do you try to steal my soul? I’m already yours.”

Glimmering Glee

BACK ON MARCH 30 – It was a beautiful sunny day in Anchorage, Alaska and all I wanted was to feel the sun’s warmth as the chilled air-cooled my face.

Believe me, on this day, this trail was busy with walkers, bikers and cross-country skiers. Oh, I almost forgot, also man’s best friend, doggies. It was safe, yet I remain alert.The peace and tranquility in the Alaska’s outdoors is addicting. I can’t ever get enough. On this day, I couldn’t wait to find a place to lose myself in. Mentally speaking.

 

The beauty this trail revealed created bubbles of happiness inside me. If I could have, I would have giggled as I twirled. I would have spun until the ground would have become unstable.

But, I didn’t.

I did feel drunk from the purest blue sky, that I thought I heard the spread out tree arms clap faster and faster as if to encourage me to go ahead spin and set my soul free. 

Even though I only imagined, my soul did become filled with glee from the glimmering snow. I felt very much like a child as I roamed, photograph and dreamed by myself, but never once did I feel alone.

I hope you enjoyed this place like I did.

Be A Winter Flowing River

🔹️BE LIKE A WINTER FLOWING RIVER🔹️
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As long as water is able to move or come from a hot spring in harsh winter, it will not freeze solid and will serve its purpose for the elements and the wild life.

When I’m set with only my options and there’s no carrying warmth in my heart for change, my thinking becomes frozen.

I will then be a person, who no one will want to come and spend time with me.

As long as I keep my thoughts like a river, trickling during harsh, cold relationships, I’m more incline to be patient, kind and compassionate even when I don’t see eye to eye on the subject.

Respecting the differences of others helps me move on with peace

Is it easy? No, not really. But I care and love the individual too much to freeze over and keep them out of my life and heart.

Love leaves a part in my heart open for heavenly reflection on how to treat others.

For, I too want to be treated respectfully when others don’t see or agree with my thoughts or ways.

Life is harsh, but I don’t have to allow living this life to make me harsh. I do have a choice. With God’s grace and mercy my river of love keeps flowing.