There are people who seem to never have a bad day, never complaining or showing the stresses of life. But honestly, we all have stress and worry sometimes. We all have bad days where it seems giving up and throwing in the towel seems easier than pushing forward, overcoming our obstacles. However, for kids, understanding that bad days will pass, that there is something great right around the corner can be tough. I believe small reminders of their importance can get them through those tough days. That inspirational sayings or quotes might be the boost they need to finish that day on a great note and remind them how influential and important they are to this world. Simple notes and inspirational messages are a way to do just that. Lunch box notes are an easy way I am incorporating that in the lives of the people I love. I want to make an effort to lift their spirits and see them smile. Every day!
How beautiful was today? The sun shone brightly ALL DAY! It was like a warm gift handed to us, with plenty to go around. Everyone seemed a little friendlier, sharing a smile more eagerly. Unlike the cold winter months when everyone seems to hurry past, rushing inside for warmth, today was different. People took their time, strolling through their day as they soaked up the sun. There are blessings to be found in each day. Sometimes we have to look harder than others. Today it was easy. We had the blessing of abundant sunshine to warm our faces. This was enough to slow us down just enough to appreciate our surroundings and the people in our world. It was also enough to make us eager for tomorrow! I am ready.
The road is tucked away, among the trees. It is quite possible to drive right by it if you aren’t looking for the telltale signs–the slight incline, or the old school bus parked in front of the small white house littered with trash. The dog knows where to go, his nose poking out the window, an anxious whine as we near the turn. And there it is, the long, lazy gravel road. As we take in the beauty in front of us our senses are assaulted, much like that of a sudden summer rain, a warm solace so inviting. Kicking up clouds of dust as we slowly roll along, we leave the weight of our everyday lives behind. This is the road to relaxation and discovery, where there is no sense of time, but all the time in the world. The cows lift their broad heads to gaze with glossy, doleful eyes in the direction of the car, perhaps to question this intrusive procession, or simply to welcome our return . As we roll down the windows to breathe them in, the smell of the country air is all encompassing, so foreign yet familiar .
We take it all in at once, the beautiful, unaltered landscape, soft, rolling hills, as far as our eyes and imaginations can evoke, the hay fields unfolding like a sea of feathers bowing to the warm breeze that commands their attention. The cows grazing on the grasses, a sea of lush green velvet, unfolding in waves for acres, while orioles and hummingbirds flit from tree to tree, followed by a dance of yellow butterflies. We are reminded as we ascend why we return over and over again. Taking the turn down this country road we are consumed by the seemingly effortless ceremony taking place around us, we become part of this landscape, void of worries or concerns, much like the wildlife that know nothing else. To say we are surrendering ourselves to this land and what it has to offer us, we would first have to make clear. This road is both an exit and entrance, taking us from one life to the next, from city to country, a journey we welcome.
As we reach the end of this road, slowly ascending the soft turn, we see the house, our house. An old, welcoming farmhouse, the original, has survived the evolution of the land as much as the land owners themselves, is now over 100 years old. It sits in the distance, waiting for our arrival, as tall and strong as the conifers surrounding it. “We are here, there it is!” we proclaim each time, as if it is the first rather than a number we can‘t claim to know, changing quickly, much like the seasons. The feeling is always the same. While this is not our home, we are home at last.