Bus Stops on Your Journey

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My first meme that I made with my own picture, of a local backroad. I made it on makeameme.org.

 

 

Long ago a friend used an analogy that has stuck with me, simply because it just makes sense. He said that any little diversion or step back you take on this journey of life is like a bus stop. My friend said that all his jobs, no matter how trivial or common, were like waiting in a bus station. He was working towards a bigger goal but realized that to get there, little steps had to be taken.

 

 

 
I believe that we all have these brief distractions from our goals and that they change us. Bus stops are meaningful lessons, for they are where you learn and don’t even realize it much of the time. These quick detours may be problems or distractions
and you probably will be annoyed by them.

 

No one ever stays long at a bus station, for it’s brief, but those moments can present different people and experiences that will stay with you. They all contribute to a splendid and richly made mosaic, your unique life. Without minor distractions to keep us focused on our ultimate goal, there’s no inner growth. You may even abandon your goal for something better!

 

 

 

 

This little reminder has always stayed with me when I was stuck in a less than perfect chore or job. It helped me along this journey of life to appreciate every bus stop and the people and experiences that presented there. I’ve offered this advice to others, when they were discouraged with their situation.

 

 
If you aren’t where you long to be in your relationships or careers, step back and tell yourself that it’s okay. You may be striving for one precious thing but you keep stopping. Tell yourself that this is just a bus station and just making a quick stop. Practice patience and recognize that these bus stops are valuable and appreciate them for what they are. Eventually you’ll leave the stop and continue on your journey.

 

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

 

Happy Birthday, Son

Twenty one years ago my life changed forever. I knew it would…but I didn’t fantham how amazing motherhood was until our son was born and swaddled on my chest. As he lay kicking and thrusting his little arms to and fro, my heart grew with immense love. Our first son was a beautiful gift from God and he made Tom’s and my life even more richer than it was. Our little family was born and from that day on my life seemed complete.

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I have many fond memories of little Dylan with his thick chestnut brown hair and green eyes. His first word was ball, true to his nature as he grew up to play baseball and love it with his every being. From day one of t- ball to senior year on the varsity team, he played with all that he had and he became really skilled at it. Dylan ended up being a valuable pitcher on the team and one of its leaders. It was a joy to attend most of his games with his grandmother. We traveled to the games with our fold up chairs and proud smiles every time. I do miss those days!

 

 

It’s been an amazing 21 years raising Dylan and getting to see him grow from an energetic boy to a handsome man. He has made Tom and I proud by his kindness, sense of humor and strong work ethic.

 

 

 

 

Today and everyday I thank God for both our sons and celebrate Dylan . Happy Birthday dear Dylan with all my love and blessings.

Written by a proud mama

All My Best,
Heart and Soul ❤

In the Middle of the Night

 

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There was just silence that night. Snow fell continuous but with a quiet voice. Lying on my side, I slept in a dreamy slumber. My husband was out plowing all night, so I’m deeply surprised that I could sleep. My cat Smokey was restless, scampering up and downstairs, instead of his usual sleep on our bed. Whenever Tom is out plowing, the cat patrols up and downstairs, with a determination that’s unmatched. Once he arrives home, our ebony black friend greets him with vigor and then goes to bed.

 

 

 
I dreamt in a tranquil state. Suddenly I heard a loud noise! It jolted me up and I wearily glanced at the clock,  a blaring red 2:00 am shined at me. What in the world? I asked myself. It was my car down below in the driveway, starting up! Light rays glowed over the driveway, projecting shadows on my ceiling. I sat there propped up in bed in disbelief!

 

 

 

 
Half asleep, I lay there thinking that it was just a dream. I quickly went back to sleep dreaming of crazy cars in my driveway and flashes of light streaming from vehicles. When I awoke at 4:30 am, I trudged downstairs, pretty much forgetful of the occurrence. As I padded to my coffee pot and stretched my arms up, I sleepily glanced out my kitchen window. No car was there! I blinked and double checked. Sure enough… my eyes were truly seeing that my car was gone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thrust my pink plush robe on and slipped on my big boots and jacket. The detective in me came to life, as I ventured outside to see if there were any clues around the house.  Frosty air sent shivers up my spine. Clutching our big spotlight flashlight, I spotted huge boot tracks embedded in the snow, right to our doorstep. A little voice within told me to walk around the house. The mysterious tracks wrapped around our house leading to the side dirt road. This led me to believe that the intruder/ thief came from this dark road.

 

 

 

 
Frantically I called the state police, who police our little town. It takes some time for them to arrive, which is quite unsettling in an emergency. I never got a phone call back or a visit but it’s okay and I’ll explain that. There I was in disbelief that this horrendous act could actually happen in my small town. I had left our house unlocked for Tom because he knew he would be tired from work and not want to wrestle with his key.

 

 

 

 

Two hours later while my anxiety was through the roof and I was waiting for the police to call, I messaged my mother in law for support. She’s always been there for me and this was no different. Awhile later, Tom called. He told me to call back the police and cancel. In the middle of the night, he  had gotten the plow stuck a mile up the dirt road. Unfortunately he had to walk down in the dark and cold to our house. Coy dogs chanted their calls and the night was pretty dark as he made his way down the road. Hurriedly he took my car to get back to the shop in order to grab the other vehicle.

 
What’s the lesson from this story? Don’t jump to conclusions right away. Write your wife a quick note that you have the car. Lock the door when your husband is away at night and make sure he has the key.

This proves that a little nail biting excitement does occur in a small town! Now I have a story to tell and I’m relieved that  my car is here! This story has a happy ending and I’m thankful for that!

 

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul

Our Backyard Game Trails

This morning as I glance out my kitchen window, I see mounds of glistening snow everywhere. A two foot high drift frames our driveway. A tall pine tree stands guard on the right, several feet from our dwelling. Beyond the yard a quaint little pond rests with ice frosting and weary cattails still standing from last year. Just skirting the ponds edge is something pretty special and a source of many magical moments with binoculars. It’s a game trail leading from our woods.

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This is a good view of the trail. To the left sits our pond and the trail skirts by the sturdy oak and across the road into the woods.

 

 

A week  ago I busily raced home from grocery shopping. It’s quite a process, the store being 20 minutes away and the effort of shopping, packing the car and coming home to put away goods is redundant. Yet this day, I had a grand gift waiting for me! As usual I backed my car in the driveway because it’s easiest taking the bags out. As soon as I lulled the engine and turned it off, something within me knew there was something on the trail.

 

 

 

 

Peering through snow frosted trees were seven deer. There’s a lone apple tree there and so I speculate that they dig under the snow for dropped apples. They all stood there, basking in the winter background unaware of my presence in the car. I rolled my window down and simply gazed. Four deer were adults and maybe does but my husband ( my expert) wasn’t with me so I really don’t know. Three young deer were in the mix following the elders’ lead.

 

 

 

This is our woods landscape leading to the pond. My garden sits entrenched in snow.

 

 

 

I wish I had my iPad or camera with me to snap photos. It was postcard material and a picture of beauty and tranquility. Suddenly our house door burst open and my husband came out to help with groceries. I’m thankful he does this, even though my back is stronger from physical therapy and exercising.

 

 

 

We watched them cautiously cross the road, taking their time. Two stopped dead in the middle and stood. I held my breath, for this slope in the road is dangerous and people fly down it going 50 mph. Along they went, one at a time, a parade of chestnut brown beauties and into the wooded forest across the street. Within minutes it was just a memory and they nestled among the trees for camouflage.

 
When I think of the yearly activity on the trail, I picture all our wild friends who trek it. Deer, turkeys, bobcats ( I saw one the other morning and thought it was a house cat, but with closer scanning I discovered the bobtail), bear, foxes, and porcupines. They all use it…as if to bid a good day and we silently soak it all in as they cross.

 

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A snowy scene this morning…to the left is the second game trail and across the road beyond the stop sign is a popular apple tree. 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s amazing that we have a second game trail bordering our opposite side of the yard. A few feet from our front yard bordering a dirt road, a trail weaves out of the woods and past our neighbor’s apple tree. Many deer make their way here and eventually climb up the steep ridge into the woods.

 

 
I wait with an anticipation that’s bubbling over and I’m expecting more fascinating creatures to pass by, on either trail. It makes Tom and I happy because we love nature and animals. As they cross for necessity, we watch with a steadfast curiosity. It’s like we live on a nature reserve and proudly reap all its rewards. We are so blessed to live here!

 

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul >3

A Lone Tree

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Taken from Pinterest.com

 

 

 

 

When my husband and I go for country rides on back roads, I always notice the lone trees. Usually the tree stands erect at the top of a hill, like a honorable man who has achieved so much and conquered his mountain of challenges. It’s perfectly tall and stretches its crooked branches like old wrinkly fingers, embracing the world.

 

 
There’s something majestic and spiritual about a lone tree.I feel quiet and humbled upon its sight and I always long to hike up to it to take in all it’s wonder. It’s beauty touches my heart and I feel a spiritual connection. Whenever I see an extraordinary lone tree, an emblem or picture, I wonder why it touches me so.It’s majesty is unexplainable! All I know is that I feel connected to it, it’s splendor and roots that dig deep in the ground.

 

 

 

 

The lone tree looks stately and pristine, resembling a proud grandfather overlooking his family from a distance. It proudly stands for strength and resilience…that tree, in its solitary state, has grown upward and out. Even though it’s all alone without a stand to thrive in with, it flourishes on its own accord. What a beauty it is!

 

 

Will you look at your neighborhood tree the same again? Do you notice the alone trees that you encounter?

 

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul 💗

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Taken from Pinterest.com

A Familiar Scent

Do you have a certain scent that brings back precious memories? It’s amazing how smells can transport us back in the past or right beside a special person we knew! It could be the Patchouli perfume that your grandma wore that instantly brings you back to the days that you could speak with her or the sweet smell of butterscotch candies that your grandpa had hidden in his pocket for special occasions.

 

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My favorite scent that evokes memories is chimney smoke. I know that’s strange but it is something that sticks with me. It reminds me of comforting days in my childhood. Our family always had a fireplace or wood stove. Playing outside I couldn’t help but notice it’s pungent odor. It meant warmth and tranquility, for when I went inside, we gathered around the fire. A sure sign of fall and winter, the smokey scent was exhilarating amid the chilly air.

 
Wisps of gray curly smoke plummets from the chimney. Sometimes it shoots straight up and others whips north, depending on the wind direction. It makes a whimsical path in the sky and really is beautiful to me. Despite its beauty and necessity on this cold day, it’s familiar scent is what affects me to my inner core!

 

 

Chimney smoke has a distinct smell combined with fresh air outside. It also reminds me of my Grandpa’s camp long ago, in Vermont. It’s smell brings me back there where I played one day with my cousins. The only memory I have, other than playing with my cousins, is the chimney smoke.

 
On winter days, when returning from home the first sight I see is chimney smoke pluming upward. It means my home is warm and waiting for me. It means piles of cut wood will be neatly stacked in the log carrier and my husband and I will have to retrieve more from the outside wood stash.

 

 

On frigid days coasting down the hill towards work, I enter the bowels of a small town. Chimney tops from street to street are working with their flow of smoke. My favorite scent that evokes memories is chimney smoke and I can actually smell it from a nearby home, through the car window. This sight is comforting, the fact that townsmen are warm during the winter. Although It’s a basic necessity, something some people suffer without.

 

 

Notice what scents bring you back in time, to comforting memories and people. Our senses truly serve us well to connect to thoughts and memories that may have passed on to oblivion if we didn’t have them.

Daily Prompt: Scent

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2017/01/31/scent/

All My Best,
Heart and Soul

A Winter Walk

My husband and I were on a carefree Saturday afternoon drive on local back roads, looking for the perfect photo opportunity. Recently I’ve penned a post about trees, all alone in their environment and what they remind me of and how striking they are to me. ( to be posted soon) For a few days now I have been on a mini quest for promising photographs of these trees, with no avail. Although our search was a dead end, we were in a peaceful and quiet daze.

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There’s something special about a winter afternoon walk!

On a back road in  a nearby quaint village , Tom spied a snowy laced road that’s not maintained in the winter. His recollection was that he had hiked up there years ago and that an older woman lived up there in the summer months.

It was a cloudy yet mild day, the kind of day that beckons you to enjoy nature’s offering. We decided that a simple walk was what we truly needed. It would be a chance to stretch and breathe in silence and nature. We slogged in a scattered trail of footprints in the snow and proceeded to climb the slope. The spindly branches framed the road as the snow tread ground resembled a glittery web of white. Tom discovered deer tracks cast in the white powder and we followed their trail with our observant eyes. Dog tracks appeared as well, an indication that neighbors walked their furry friends a time or two.

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There’s something humbling about a simple dirt road. It’s a subtle symphony of natural peace, where you can explore by foot or wheels. The road paves the way for personal thoughts of a tranquil nature. Solutions can be born here and problems fade away to dust. An anxious heartbeat slows to comfort as this world is calming and medicinal.

Upon walking back down the hill, an older man appeared. For a minute I wondered if it was his property or if he would ask us to leave. Coming closer to him, an immediate kindness alleviated my fears. He asked us if we had walked to the cabin. “ No, We just went halfway up, but maybe we can check it out when spring arrives,” I responded. ( It was a little slippery and I didn’t want to fall and make my back worse.)

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Tom enjoying the trek.

The man told us that he lived just a bit down the road and liked to hike up there. He had a recent foot injury, so we told him to be careful. Walking away, he favored that foot but was going to make the best of it. We wished him well and I thought how fortunate that God had placed him in our path that day!

All My Best,

Heart and Soul