Showing posts with label Weekend Wanderings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weekend Wanderings. Show all posts

Saturday

In the stillness and wonder...

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“The Spirit of the Lord speaks by me;
his word is on my tongue.

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The God of Israel has spoken;
the Rock of Israel has said to me:

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When one rules justly over men,
ruling in the fear of God,

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he dawns on them like the morning light,
like the sun shining forth on a cloudless morning,
like rain that makes grass to sprout from the earth."

2 Samuel 23:2-4

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May my teaching drop as the rain,
my speech distill as the dew,
like gentle rain upon the tender grass,
and like showers upon the herb.

Deuteronomy 32:2




I {LOVE} Sunday...



To wonder in the wandering...

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My children tease me. My neighbors likely think I'm crazy as I wander about the same few acres with my camera. And a friend once asked me what in the world I could find to photograph when she found me standing at the edge of the road peering off into the woods. 

I don't really know - whatever catches my eye - whatever wonders God shows me in the wandering.

{A few photos from my wanderings this week.}



Week{ending}...


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My goodness...how time gets away from me. I skipped last weekend's catching-up post altogether, and I'm sure that I'm not nearly as busy as most of you. It's just been steady. A little shopping. Medical tests. Making and keeping doctor appointments. A writing contest I won. Gavin's Pre-K Christmas program. Extended family time. Book brainstorming. Afternoon naps. 

I'm running out of time to polish half a dozen Christmasy drafts - from a post about the least of these and buying Christmas presents to the blessings of embracing the gift of forced slowness.   

Chances are none of them are going up before Christmas, but Jeff Goins' Rediscovering the True Meaning of Christmas and Ann Voskamp's When Christmas Gets Radical - Whose Birthday is it Really express my sentiments more eloquently than I ever could. Please take the time to read both of them.

The writing contest I won? Humbling, intimidating fun. Several months ago I subscribed to Joe Bunting's The Write Practice - a growing community of aspiring writers and an excellent resource for writers desiring to improve their craft. 

Joe's Christmas "Show Off" Writing Contest earlier this month is the first writing "contest" I've ever entered. I honestly don't remember what possessed me to do so this time, but I did, and I won, and Joe is now critiquing my entry, helping me make it shine. As much as I treasure compliments from family and friends, an unbiased evaluation from Joe and his team is a gift. 

Joe will post my polished entry around Christmas next week. I'll link to it when he does, but if you click on over to The Write Practice and get a free email subscription, you'll not only be able to read my story in an email as soon as he posts it, but for a limited time, you will also receive a free copy of Joe's new eBook, 14 Prompts - Practical Writing Prompts that Inspire, and the opportunity to win a free manuscript critique. Very, very cool.

Speaking of "buntings", I'm still waiting on the painted buntings to arrive this year, but I haven't done much to attract them. Those pesky gray squirrels constantly raid the feeders, so I've been reluctant to keep the feeders filled. I looked at squirrel-proof feeders, but the best ones are too expensive for our budget.

But then the coolest thing happened. Without me saying a word about it, a friend gave me her very nice squirrel-proof feeder, saying her husband thought I would enjoy it more than they do. Then yesterday while we were visiting with a relative who is moving to Kentucky today, we noticed her two feeder cages that had been designed to let painted buntings in and keep squirrels out. When I asked her how well they worked, she told me to take them with us when we left because she wasn't going to be able to take them with her to Kentucky.

As of this morning, all the new feeders are up, and I'm having fun watching the squirrels' frustrated efforts to get to the feed. It's a beautiful day here on Pollywog Creek. Maybe I'll see a painted bunting.

What are you delighting in this beautiful day the Lord has made?

{Photos}A foggy pasture sunrise, and a cardinal, mocking bird and Easter garden flowers in my Pollywog Creek back yard.

Week{ending} and a bear update...




Nothing about the ending to this past week can compare with last weekend's bear story. The biologist never called and we haven't seen the bear since we left him up a tree Thanksgiving night. It's not the neat ending to our beary good Thanksgiving I like. I'd rather tell you that he was captured and moved - far, far away from Pollywog Creek - and that my greatest critter fear is my grandcat Nickie. 

Speaking of grands, Louis and I rode with Nick and his family up to Bartow on Wednesday to visit Aunt Annette, and on the way up, almost 5 year old Gavin asked from his seat in the back of the van, "How do people make people?" One of the joys of being a mimi is being able to stand back and watch my children parent their children. Relieved that I didn't have to answer Gavin, I wondered with amusement how Nick and Kristin were going to respond. After a few chuckles Nick said, "They don't. God does." And that was the end of that.

We're celebrating Gavin's 5th birthday today. His birthday is the 19th, but for a variety of reasons, today is the best day to party. I haven't wrapped his gift yet - trying to decide if I can get away with using up the "Happy Hannukkah" gift wrap we bought by mistake to wrap his birthday present two years ago. The gift wrap is blue with colorful candles and Gavin won't know the difference. What do you think? Should I use it?

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas here on Pollywog Creek. What about where you live? Is your tree up? Your home decorated? What plans do you have for this December weekend?

{photo}that scary grandcat Nickie

{Veterans Day} Weekend wanderings to the US Navy SEAL Museum...























































Last Saturday, we traveled to the United States Navy SEAL Museum on North Hutchinson Island near Ft. Pierce for their annual Veterans Day weekend muster. The Museum is located on the beach where in 1943, SEALS - known then as Scouts and Raiders - began training combat and underwater demolition teams to be deployed to the beaches of Normandy, Iwo Jima, and Okinawa, and where ever their combat and underwater abilities were needed. In 1962, During the Vietnam War, the unit became known as SEALs for their skills at sea, on land and in the air.

Because of recent actions in the war on terrorism and the tragic deaths of 17 SEALs this past August, this year's Veterans Day muster attracted over 15,000 visitors - the largest crowd ever. Though I was able to walk through portions of the museum, it is relatively small and packed as it was last weekend, it was difficult to see and fully appreciate the exhibits. I hope to return on a day when it's not so crowded and I can more leisurely enjoy the exhibits.

Most of the time we were there I sat in a chair waiting for the speeches and demonstrations to begin. The program began when five Navy Frogmen - "Leap Frogs" - jumped out of a C-130 from 6,000 feet and landed in the center of the small field in front of us. I think I held my breath, praying, most of the approximately 5 minutes it took for the first frogman to land. As we stood for the singing of the National Anthem, the last "leaping" frogman landed carrying the American Flag.

Before the ground demonstrations, we heard several speeches, including U.S. Navy Academy graduate and former presidential candidate, 81 year old Ross Perot. Speaking to the large number of past and current SEALs present, Perot said, "What you do for our country makes all the difference in the world in the lives of every citizen. Your service and sacrifices have given us the freedom we have today....you are the guardians at the gates of freedom."

Perot praised the SEAL team responsible for the killing of Al Qaida leader Osama bin Laden and showed us bin Laden's walking cane - a gift to Perot from the special forces that had recovered it from a cave in Afghanistan. {Unfortunately, at the moment Perot held up the cane for us to see, Gavin was sitting in my lap trying to braid my hair and I couldn't get to my camera fast enough, but a photo captured by Reuters can be seen here.}

Following Perot's speech, SEAL units demonstrated how they might respond on the ground. The ground team emerged from a purple fog in Vietnam era fatigues. After moving through the field, they were greeted by men who had been members of SEAL Team One, the first SEAL team from WWII. These older gentlemen helped the ground team exchange their Vietnam clothing and arsenal with what they might use today.

As the ground team returned to the demonstration and headed for a mock Al Qaida hideout, a sniper rose up out of the ground from under a piece of cardboard. When a member of the Al Qaida ran out of the hideout, they were forced to the ground by a canine member of the SEAL time.

In a final show of force, SEAL manned vehicles arrived, gathered the SEALs that had been engaged in "battle" on the ground, as well as their "prisoners", and blew up the Al Qaida hideout as they sped away.

At the conclusion of the program, all past and present members of a SEAL team were asked to move into the center of the field for a photo. I managed to capture a few photos of the group as they concluded the official photography setting. Those photos, as well as other photos from last Saturday, can be seen here.

Today's "A month of gratitude" post will go up later.