11.11.11


The sun woke me up this morning. I like when that happens. It was before time to “rise and shine,” but that was okay. Turns out, I had computer problems to deal with. Once those were finished, my day was back on track. But I made myself take a break and go outside and look around — on this 11th day of November, this Friday that also happens to be Veterans Day…

This attached picture is of an old birdhouse in the pear tree. I’m not sure any bird ever took up residence there, but it’s nice to think so. It’s nice to think many things, not knowing if they’ll ever come to be, but hopeful wishing, hopeful prayers are good medicine for the soul…

It’s after midnight now, so technically it’s November 12, a brand-new day… They all roll into each other so effortlessly, don’t they? It’s not effortless for us going through time, but time itself just rolls on… It’s like we have to catch it somehow, and dig our heels in…

Part of me wants to finish whatever it is I’m supposed to do while I’m on this planet, and another part of me is ready to leave… Maybe it’s just part of feeling the seasons change… I’m already looking forward to spring though… Two more months ’til another new year begins…

Another new year… I’d been hoping for many new things by now … a new story ready to send out; the feeling of a “new me” in different ways; and a new love, my soul mate, the one who recognizes my soul as “home,” designed by God… Well, anything’s possible, and in the remaining two months, I suppose my story could blossom more; a “new me” is certainly possible by then; and when God’s timing for my soul mate to appear happens, it could be “suddenly,” like He’s known to do…

I’m just wondering… But staying in the present, I got to see 11.11.11 roll around — and, yes, those numbers still are so neat to me (search for my blog entry titled “Numbers With Feathers”); I gave thanks for all the vets, including my dad and nephew Lucas; and I saw the beauty of nature and captured it in pictures, including a little rundown birdhouse nestled in the middle of the pear tree… You know, I think that’s a good image of how I feel at times… And that’s okay. Because I also remember Jesus’ words: “Behold I make all things new!” — and I believe that includes me also… One day at a time… And each new day has its own set of blessings, doesn’t it?

No more words for tonight… I’m sleepy… This is a very sketchy draft of a blog entry, but I will let it go for now… Good night, and sweet dreams, fellow travelers…

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