Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Missing the Blog Life

I miss this space.......

I miss all of you..... 

Trying to find time during this thing called life to blog about it all.

Selfishly hoping you miss me back? sigh.

So many posts in the works. So many. I hope to be back soon, especially with a how-to-take-that-cross-country-trip-on-the-cheap post. Really. If we can do it, you can. Provided you don't mind schlepping half a mile to the bathroom with your towel, bag and clothes? hmmmm. Sleeping on the ground, a thin layer of nylon between you and the impending storm.............. It ain't always pretty, finding a way to see this beautiful  country of ours, is it?

In the meantime, just popping in to say HI! I miss you all!  For some posts of substance and awesomeness, go see my friends Tracy and Emily, who are entertaining, informing and inspiring, as always. If you don't already  follow them, well, then here are  two new blogs to love! Also, my dear friend, Sue, has began a marvelous new blog! You must check it out! Oh my goodness,  always something either fun, reverent, contemplative to be found  at Sue's!

Friends, I look forward to seeing you again, hopefully this week, in my corner of blogland! God bless!




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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Five Minute Friday ~ GIFT 6/5/15 #fmf





Joining with Kate's tribe of #fmf writers over at Heading Home...
Just focus on "gift," set a timer for five and stream of consciousness.....go!



          Foggy mist breathing and rolling toward shoreline as dawn awakens our corner of the world.  Mauve and coral fingers reach from the east,  brightening the morning.  Illuminating the water lilies curving skyward,  the majestic mountains. 

The ever present,  rythmic swell of cicadas. The sun dappled sandy beach. The towering old growth pines -  they landmark our haven in the Adirondacks.  And have, for decades. 

By dusk , calm settles over the camp,  kids’ giggles and splashes reigned in after a day of memory making.  As day draws to a close, a regal Old Glory is carefully taken from flagpole up by route 9, where the constant swoosh of cars, the downshifting of trucks, wanes. 

Shadows lengthen from our island in lake’s center, stretching to shore.  Scattered lights pop on,  spilling glowing yellow stripes across lake’s surface.  Patterns dance and flow onto the sand.  Campfires are spotted around lake’s perimeter. Flames shooting;  sparks  snapping.  

Friendships form and cement.  A few staccato laughs,  but mainly hushed conversations over marshmallow roasting.  All the while, the aroma  of pine, cinder and promise weaves itself into our hair and sweathsirts,  ending a perfect August day.

This day, this gift, this treasure.
Like so many in our past and so many to come. Yet  unique and precious. 




~ time's up~


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Friends, as always,  
thank you for stopping over and 
spending some of your precious time 
here at my home on the web!

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