Again

Buffalo Mountain Va- Nov 7, 2011 by Anne Campbell 

I am sitting around watching the seasons change.   
I like to stay put, I admit it. 
I can linger longer than most. I am a great lingerer. 
Watching the clouds blow in
is enough change for me.

I look at all the leaves that have "let go", but ponder about the ones still "holding on".

I do a bit of both- letting go and holding on. I tend toward holding on. I do the letting go part slowly and reluctantly.  And usually I am ok with that. But when my faith gets replaced by fear, slow letting go, gives way to feet dragging and lethargy. When my faith stops short, worry steps in. I know, I know... how unenlightened. Silly me, I was not done with summer, let alone autumn. I was  happy with a husband who was not traveling. I was enjoying the long evenings filled with soft light. Now the husband is away all of November and they took away one hour of light in the evening.

 

I am watching the season go, in bits, from autumn toward winter. That enfolding of one season into another is a great mystery to me. How does  one thing become another?  How can something be here and then go away?  The balance of holding on and letting go. Again.

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Today's post from my other blog(A small stone Gathering).  Each day I find one thing and basically photograph it with words. And usually I "cheat" and take a photo with my phone - just to prompt me along..

impressions

November 13, 2011- Small Stones 

impressions  by  Teri H Hoover

The sun peered out hazily 

obscured by a cataract of clouds,

  Making little impression. 

Where the Edges Are

 Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg, VA May 3, 2011

observing incoming transition

my small stone writing for May 3, 2011

I started my walk around 3 today, a flippy sleeveless shirt and light jeans.  An unusually warm day for the first week of May.  And I am not complaining.  I crest the tip top of the trail after waving a thank you to the cars that stop in the crosswalk for me to pass. A stretch of  pavement -one of my favorite open spots of straight trail- if I kept walking this trajectory I would end up in the Jefferson National Forest. I can see the mountains from here. The slight downhill slope invites my full inattention to walking. I float and the breeze brushes my wings.  I notice the breeze stays consistent like a current- starting out warm, but finishing cool. I think we are on the edge of a change for the weather.  

I wander in thought thinking of edges, transitions, pondering the softening shadows as clouds roll in. I see the fading edge of the shadows and feel they somehow illuminate  what transition is.  I whirl thoughts together; maybe it is in the less defined edges of transition that my heart finds room to grow.  Pondering on the edge some more I find two more photos that talk about edge to me.

Wholeheartedly

Driveway, Blacksubrg, VA- April 4, 2011

Well no doubt about it 

I have been a bit reclusive 

and down in the dumps

Spring is a time of transition and I have been feeling out of synch- I just want to be bloomed already. I am feeling a bit ragged and unbloomed.  How is it I walked through the waiting of winter- but am impatient in spring?

Maybe it is I feel like spring can't make up its mind.

To be fair there have other factors-that  darn writing forum-Writing our Way Home has tempted me into my second month long writing endeavor and there has been a lot of  tilling of the soil, so to speak.  Or maybe it is because my husband is "somewhere other than here" (to quote Jimmy Buffet) and won't return until May.  And the 4 year anniversary of the awfulness that took place in my beloved Blacksburg; the tragedy at Virginia Tech.  I went to the vigil on Saturday night with a friend and was moved to tears - again.  Tears of  sadness yes- but tears of hope. And love for the resilience of the human heart.  It takes strength to grieve even after all this time.  It takes hope to walk away and live.

We stand with each other letting go and holding on.

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And we choose to bring light -
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click for short You Tube video
Virginia Tech, Blacksburg, VA- April 16, 2011

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 and blessing.

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So I am reminded to walk in faith, breathing in the balance.

Letting God make all things new again.

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Today I was on my 2 mile circle and brought my behemoth camera with me. Five pounds of digital bliss.  Pepper the dog of dogs - trained into submission can walk unleashed for much of the walk; while I happily photograph to my hearts content.  My two gig card filled!! I am very exited to process these photos! But first I had just few more from last week- including the one at the top of this post.
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The photo at the top of this post -did you see the lovely surprise ? 

I have hinted at it several times within this post.   

The hole in the clouds is the shape of a heart.

And I never saw it until today.

Wholeheartedly

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Blessings- may all the holes in your heart only be a place for more love.

xo teri

Room for Grace

Roanoke, VA- Nov 22, 2010

We

My daughter and I 

In a room filled with a flourish of white.

On the door of the dressing room was the word 

Grace



-really!