Sometimes life cries out for a nice break from the daily routine …… a pie break, so to speak. A time to sit, to listen, to reflect. To taste the sweetness of life.
It is just about three months since we moved to The Burg. Our house feels like home for us and the dogs and the grand girls who come Monday through Friday.
So, now what? Because of the schedule with the girls I don’t get out and about too much during the week. So now that we are “settled”, well, what do we do now? I is so easy to get too settled in the routine of life. We need different stimuli. We have met and friended a couple of people and it is always good when we get together and just visit.
Today we got out into the fresh autumn air at The Springs, one of my favorite places here. The view is slowly changing through fall and soon winter. This place exudes peace. When I need to clear my head and heart and ponder……….a peaceful place is for me. And this is it.
Please enjoy my photos – I know you’ve seen them before in summer view – I walked down along the lake and enjoyed the changing scenery.
Here are a couple of photos from The Burg. Water Lilies are taking over this pond. I heard the frogs plop into the water when I approached. Hopefully I will be able to get some photos of them.
And the elusive Blue-tailed Skink……. no photos yet. I have to be patient (not a strong suit) and quiet and ever ready with camera or phone.
Unpacking is progressing nicely now. I will post soon about the journey so far. Until then, Dear Readers, have a great weekend.
Our move went rather smooth. That is a good thing. But now the never ending boxes and cleaning and settling.
It’s a quiet, peaceful neighborhood. Two large walnut trees in the backyard. Birds everywhere. But we have yet to see a squirrel. Our dogs are quite upset about that. They keep looking. They are bound to show.
For now, I leave you with this, taken at a local park.
Lily Pads
And I will prevail and make this place my home.…….
In two days we will have moved all our worldly goods out of the KCMO area. It was a great tour of duty. Moving is exciting to me and exhausting. It also stirs up all kinds of emotions.
Our last five and half years in this location has been very good, yet very hard in some ways. I think we felt a bit lost at times. Trying to find that fit. Seems that most of the organizations we tried to fit into just didn’t fit quite right. And that is part of life. And that is okay. For the most part we saw the “ill-fit” and moved on. A couple of things we left scratching our heads, a bit bewildered. But no worries, we picked ourselves up and dusted our selves off and moved on.
Now, we move physically as well. It will be a very good thing for us and our family. But leaving from one town to another stirs up some things for me. When we left the east coast to come to the mid-west we left family, friends, memories of good and hard times. All that was stirred up in me the other day. Memories of a great family loss – https://wingedprisms.com/2012/07/22/our-darkest-day/
It’s odd how our minds and hearts get stirred up at times. I like it, actually. Even the painful ones. They are strangely dear to me. The memories are a part of me.
So, this is a time to reflect, a time to start anew, a time to look for all the opportunities and adventures the good Lord has for us.
the old mid-west
I will be off the grid until next week when I look forward to telling you of our new adventures. Have a great week, Dear Readers.
I have the earliest memories of longing for adventure. We lived in a simple ranch house, just big enough for us. The yard was big enough to hide in and play baseball or whatever. We had woods across the street that we took ownership of. But, when I attended elementary school and was invited over to a classmates house for the first time……..
Well, to put it simply – a whole new world opened up to me. Everyone I played with in our neighborhood had the same houses. But the development next to ours, well, they were amazing to this little girl. The simple life in a small ranch house became a split level house. So much more for the imagination. From that moment on I longed to move. I wanted something different. Something more imaginative.
As neighbors began to move on to the latest housing developments in other towns, we stayed. Year after year we stayed. I know now that I am an adventurer. I love change, I love challenges. Some challenges are awful but I never turned and ran the other way. I may try and plant my feet in the ground and cry and throw something…… but then I take a breath and jump in. Still scared, still crying, still wanting to throw something but I jump in.
I married a man who also was not afraid to jump in. We have moved often in the forty years we’ve been together. It’s been good. So, once again I am surrounded by packed boxes and a new adventure is waiting for us. Soon. We are moving a week from Friday!
I spent the last school year, four days a week, in university housing with my son, wife and two daughters, helping care for the wee ones while their parents attend classes. That was a long, cold, tiring year away from home and hubby – but an adventure and I would do it again if needed. We finally found a house just two blocks from them! The girls will come to me and I will sleep in my own bed each night.
Some may say I have a restless spirit. It’s the ones who are content to stay that think those thoughts. But I describe it not as restless. I love adventures and I love change. Don’t fault me on that. I’ve tried hard to not be that way. I even stopped moving the furniture around often. LOL. But adventures…… it is me. Just like the ones who are not that way – that is you. And you know what? All of us are OK. Neither of us are wrong.That’s the beauty of being human.
So once again, the beach girl is moving and I’m moving to a tiny mid-west town that is surrounded by farms and US Air Force and farms and full of university students. Can’t wait to tell you all about it.
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