Lost friends

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Like a longleaf pine
My needles stretch far
My vantage point lengthens
Through the seasons

Friends standing close
Know to give me light
Without the verdant green
Floor to see
I would die

My friend, the fires
Have raged
And you have transformed
I have as well, but
Am consoled by the
Underbrush

If I could
say that you
Blessed my life
I would
Today, the words
Are choked by this
Dark cloak I wear

Fondly thinking of the longleaf pine. Thanks to Pixabay for the photo and endless website postings about this majestic and crucial southeastern pine.

Land softly and get your flannel on

winter-652726_640Sitting on a large rock, the young girl felt the warmth in the middle of winter. Snow-tipped juniper bushes touched the cottony snow mounds. Grey branches rose high above her head. The small berries on the juniper tree were lovely to see. Soon, the girl found it irresistible to jump with wild abandon in the juniper bushes laying low to the ground. She was careful not to break the boughs.

Soon cold, she went home and changed her clothes. A flannel shirt and some hot tomato soup warmed her body. The pleasure of that day has never left her. When life is too busy, hard, unrewarding and hard to live, her mind returns to that day. Perhaps her pinnacle experience happened at around ten years of age.

When I encourage others to find a peaceful and happy place in their minds, it’s a bit like asking them to get their flannel on. Joy is being able to find (or find again) a place or thought that lights a fire inside of us. Some days it may inspire us to big things. Other times, it provides embers enough to live another day.

My blog will touch on experiences like this. Show me that I’m not alone. If we can each find our inner flannel, we can help others find theirs. Along the way, notice the birds that sing, the trees that shade you, the water that glistens and the blue skies that are limitless.

Get your flannel on!

(Pixabay photo)