Showing posts with label journaling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journaling. Show all posts

Friday, January 20, 2012

Day 50

Back sometime in December - well 50 days ago - I set the goal of going to a sit spot in the woods for 30 days in a row for at least 10 minutes a day.  Most days I am able to sit for an hour.  Today, I'm on day 50 and continuing to look forward to the continual joy I get from sitting in the woods watching the birds and animals as they do what they do best - strive to survive. 

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As I sat in the cold rain this morning this is something I wrote...

"The rain is a symphony of sound. Each drop its own unique voice singing in time with the sweet songs of the chickadees and titmice as they dance under the canopy flitting from branch to branch."

Until next time-
Sarah




Friday, June 17, 2011

Observation Medication 6/17/11

Today's observation medication I'm taking directly from my journal with no editing (although I must admit it is VERY hard to rewrite this without doing so.)  I wrote this after spending many hours just wandering and enjoying the beauty of Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest with Jason.  

There are no words I can write to describe what a magical place it is.  I felt like a child trying to savor everything and I ended up taking over 200 photos while in the woods so I wouldn't be able to forget it. 

6/11/11 entry:

Joyce Kilmer is beautiful.  


The trees are large, but not as large as the sequoahs, but mighty and wise in their own right.


The forest has magic.

The Floor is lined with wild flowers and ferns.


It is an old wood.  

A loved wood.


There are these two trees that stand near the center, side by side.  

I imagine them as the grandmother and grandfather trees.


They gave birth to all that we saw and became today.

These wise trees know the humans come and marvel at them and wonder what they think of them.

They have no words for the humans.


In their silence, they teach them to STOP. 

Be fierce.

Stand firm.


Be able to sway with the breezes that blow.

Be flexible and always growing.


To always reach for more.

To reach for more joy.



The trees are wise.

They understand the cycle of living and dying and never living on your own, but in communion with all that is around you.


They understand dying and leaving this world to become something new.

They know how to bring up what once was inside of themselves.


They remember all they have ever known.

They understand standing still.

They welcome the life that grows all around them and they teach that precious life to stand up and reach for the sun!


They teach those sweet plants their role in the cycle of life so they can grow to be whole and appreciate the opportunity they have been given.

The trees have no secrets because they are pure.  


They act from their heart and when they are hurt they don't look for something else outside of themselves to do the work of healing, they do it themselves.  If they aren't able, they fall over because they know this is how life works.  We fall over until we get it right.


The trees understand that branches have to sometimes be shed when they are no longer serving their purpose to help them to continue to reach for the sun.  


They fall away to become something old becoming something new.

These wise trees have strong limbs that are always reaching for more.

These trees understand the importance of reproduction and life being given and repeating and teaching what is important.


Trees know life is a gift that can be taken at any moment, so we must always be ready and creating so that we can leave an image of our love here for us to remember and to help others to stay awake!

The trees understand stillness.  


Of quiet.


Of listening.


They understand when we breathe and when we reach we open our hearts to become.

Grandmother and Grandfather tree taught me much today.  


May this be a reminder for all the beauty and joy I experienced and may my light shine brighter and my spirit sing the lessons the trees have taught me.

Aho.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words (sometimes)

Friday, Jason and I celebrated 19 years of being together.  We had our first kiss on March 18, 1992 as I was leaving to head home from hanging out with him.  It was the sweetest and most gentle kiss I had ever received (not that I had kissed too many people at 16).  I saw stars immediately and my body felt like I had been struck by lighting.  I was in love.  

It is crazy to think back and think I have been loving the same man for so many years.  That first kiss turned my world upside down and here we are in 2011 still going strong.  

We celebrated by having a tasty dinner at Trapeze (where they have the best sweet potato fries in town and I am sucker for good fries - especially good sweet potato fries), then we came home and enjoyed the rest of the evening bathed in the light of that amazing full moon and firelight.

One of my favorite things about living in Georgia is the acceptance of backyard fires.  We have a lovely little fire pit in our backyard and during spring, summer, and fall we light it frequently.


While we were sitting by the fire we were talking about life and nature and all things we usually talk about and I ran inside to grab my camera to mark the occasion.


 It occurred to me as I was snapping shots of our gorgeous fire that I not only write, but I also take A LOT of pictures.  I've been trying to get them off the computer without losing all the notes I attach to them.  It's been a good bit of work, but the pictures on our computer go back to 2002 when I got my first digital camera.  

I have always taken a lot of pictures and I have never really studied photography with all the ins and outs and all the technical stuff.  I don't take too many posed photos either.  I take photos that will help me remember the moment.  Photos that capture how I was feeling when I took them.  

I have had lots of different camera's and I have worn many of them out, but I still always have a camera.  And I almost always have one with me.  (Thus the reason I downsized to a smaller camera last year.)


When phones started having cameras on them I thought I had died and gone to heaven and now I even have a phone that does fancy tricks with the camera it has - though I haven't figured them all out yet - nor have I figured out everything my newest camera does.  (Now I have to get the kids to show me the tricks).

I realized I really keep up with my life story through the lens of a camera.  EVERYTHING we do just about there are photos of.  Almost every big or soft moment of our lives are stored on my computer and seen through my eyes.  

My kids would tell you how obnoxious I am about it, but their lives are well documented and I don't have to try to remember every single important moment, because so many of them are important.


I also realized that even when the mood isn't in me to write I am still keeping up with my life in my own way.  I journal through my photos.  They don't have to be printed to serve their purpose.  In fact, I seldom print my photos.  They are all organized by the date I took them and where I took them.  Then under each photo I will often make a little caption about what I want to remember.  (For those interested, I use picasa and I love it for the way it is organized and it is a free download from google and you can link it to picnik if you use that for editing.)

I keep up with every step of my quilting process through photos rather than notes in a notebook and it works well for me.  


I remember most everything when I look back over the years at the plethora of things we have done together and the many projects we have accomplished. I am grateful to have the moments captured in photos.  And the greatest gift to me now is the kids are following suit.  They are avid picture takers and they love to view their world through the lens.  I'm helping them learn to organize their photos the same as I do to help them hold onto their memories too.

I don't want my life to pass me by.  I want to savor every precious moment and sometimes writing just doesn't do it for me, but following my life through pictures does and I am so grateful to recognize what an impact taking pictures has.  Writing is important, but the pictures are sometimes worth a thousand words.