When the view is to grand for the picture to capture it all, what does one focus on? Nothing. Just take the picture and hopes the camera’s radius captured a slice of what the eye indulged.
With your sways you sooth my soul to near you
With your roars you entice my heart to feel you
With your rolling waves you engulf me to be with you
With your gentle release you leave me wanting you more
The wind quickened and the stormed continued to develop. Me?
I happily drove south with my husband in the car. It was an opportunity which I couldn’t miss.
No rainstorm was going to bound me indoors, keeping away from nature.
The drive didn’t start out with rain. But once south of Turnagain Arm, Seward highway, heavy clouds moved low on the road onto the water and out to sea.
Wet terrain darkened the fall colors causing me to desire a hot drink. After coffee and a treat, I drove us back home to Anchorage.
With the rain pouring down and on coming cars lifting rainwater to my windshield, the view hid from my sight.
Therefore, I had to stop now and then.
Once out the car, I not only enjoyed the beautiful scenic view, but the weather bath me as I engulfed myself with its refreshing wind and cold rain, allowing it to run down my face and wet hair on to my raincoat.
Then, I remembered a photographed of a leafless bush.
I ponder about deleting it as I drove.
Once home, I reviewed the photos and something told me to keep the photo of the lonely bush.
It wasn’t until a week later, that I understand why it caught my attention.
A message waited there, captured in the photo just for me only to be released at an appointed time.
My heart not only had to understand the message, but comprehend its importance in my life.
I posted the messages on the actual photo on Instagram, Facebook and here, on WordPress, as a journal to remind me where I’ve been and what life’s circumstance I’ve overcome.
Nature speaks to my soul.
In time, I’m able to write what I’ve seen, felt or heard. Many time I don’t under stand why I felt compelled to take a picture. But I’ve learned, to rust the nudge and the reason will gurgle up from my own life experience.
I hope you enjoy this short outdoors exploration. I sure did.
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.
EAGLE RIVER, ALASKA
When the view is this pristine, its beauty runs through my veins bringing life into my heart, tugging my spirit and awakening my soul.
Suddenly, I, the me inside, can finally breath deep as I stretch my spirit to the heavens yawning my worry away from my soul to the only One who is in control.
Life grabbed me by the seat of my pants, placed me on a boat in the middle of a river with no paddles or motor.
Cold rainy days and nights I’ve experienced with moments where I felt as if I was drowning.
Then the sky clears and the sun shines and God’s glory is seen.
When moments like this come my way, I smile as I float by.
Slowly I close my eyes as the view vanishes out of sight.
I then savor the moment, guarding my memory in my heart, for I don’t know what lies on the other side of the river’s bend of tomorrow.
Simple small acts of pure kindness
purifies the heart from anger, bitterness and revenge. LH