It’s marvelous how time weaves in and out of my everyday
motions and when I become still, step back and really see what’s been created,
I’m taken aback by the intricate pattern and perfection of it all.
If it weren’t for the becoming still and stepping back, I’d
never truly appreciate how the good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly
ultimately intertwine and give birth to an outcome that’s as fine a work of art
as any Picasso.
Life cycles through in both delicate and brutal ways doesn’t
it?
Anyway……we arrived at our summer volunteer destination
Sunday, May 15th after a month of meandering through Oregon, mostly
along the coastline. The vast coastline
landscape mimics the life cycles I just mentioned, changing from delicate to
brutal in the blink of an eye, or should I say in the turn of the steering
wheel?
Once again, Mother Nature reminded me how vast, and varied,
Her kingdom is.
We splurged on brewery beers, pub food, cheese factory
specialties and seafood freshly harvested from the ocean we traveled
alongside. We even spent some time with
Prescott friends Gary and Pat! What a
treat! Ah, the delights of being a true
tourist!
It was a busy journey, never settling in one spot for more
than 3 days.
Now it’s 4 ½ months of sitting still in wide open
spaces.
The pictures of our summer campground do it no justice whatsoever. To the naked photo-viewing eye it looks
barren, and quite honestly ugly, BUT what the pictures can’t properly capture
are the mountain views which are magnificent!
Each morning pronghorn antelope leisurely graze between
campsites. We’ve already seen moose
loping across the sagebrush field within easy walking distance of our front
door. Water fowl and hawks of all types,
flocks of geese, grouse and the eerie cry of Sandhill Cranes are part of our
everyday lives now.
And THE river, the Green River, a trout fisherman or
fisherwoman’s paradise borders one side of this slice of high altitude, high
desert space. She roars, bank full,
thanks to spring rains and snow melt. As
I look out my windows at the snow packed mountain peaks, I see there’s an
abundance of snow melt yet to come.
It’s raw here at 7,600 feet in May. Winds scream through this flat
between-mountain-ranges little campground.
We’ve already sat through heavy snow twice (that melted as it fell) and
temps fell to 18 degrees last night.
Part of me wants to run home to the warm sunshine of my
Arizona home but the part of me that senses a life-shifting lesson waiting
for me here steps up and coaxes my restless side to calm down and appreciate
what’s to come.
It’s time to be still and step back.
I have a very large blank
canvas.
The good, the bad, the beautiful
and the ugly have been placed upon my palette.
All I have to do is pick up my
brushes and begin my masterpiece.
After all, there’s a little “Picasso” in all of us!
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