Sometimes it’s too easy to think the path ahead is clear. Blue skies, sunny days what have we to fear? Suddenly we face a hurdle, ones we tried to get over before. This time the hurdle is standing larger than the one we faced before. There may be a bright side but today everything is dark. Sometimes we have to stop along the path, restore energy and remember who holds the future and the future is in His hands.
I was inspired by a competition in a knitting group online to think about colours, the prize being a skein of wool, hand dyed to the colours I could convey through a poem, a memory or a photograph. As I listened to the podcast I didn’t think I would enter in but the idea lingered in my mind. I love colours, nature and handcraft which brought together all of these with my love of writing and my somewhat creative mind.
The thought process came to me suddenly. At first I searched my photo albums for mountain views, envisaging the gorse and heather, a landscape of beauty. Oh to have a skein of wool depicting what I could see. While looking for my photograph my source of inspiration came from another photo, which I have uploaded with my post today.
This is my entry to the competition via Raverly there are so many wonderful posts in the thread mine wouldn’t have a chance of owning the one and only hand dyed skein of wool but I am grateful that the idea provoked my imagination and brought calm to my mind. I realised I could think in colours and present my idea with the beauty of nature. It may not make sense to many people but to me I wouldn’t forget these thoughts.
My inspiration is drawn from nature, how delicate the small blue butterfly that danced in the wild flower meadow last year. Nature’s colours blending blue with cream and a touch of rusty hue.
I add the words from Pocahontas as my little butterfly held on in the silver breeze, painting the colours of the wind for me.
You can own the earth and still, All you’ll own is earth until, You can paint with all the colours of the wind
A turbulent week brought thoughts to my mind as I had to face fears, illness and try recover a little confidence. The situation in the world far outweighs my worries and fears although I take solace in the words ‘all these things must come to pass’ Matthew ch 24 v6 This is how I put into perspective things which are out of my control.
I took this photo last week when we were waiting for a storm to pass and now we find ourselves in with another weather alert for high winds and rain. I can hear the wind as I type this blog. The heron stands in the distance, oblivious to any danger the storm may bring. He is waiting to dive for his next meal, he thinks about his life one moment at a time. He doesn’t plan ahead and stress about not having Christmas organised or piles up too much food. He hunts when he is hungry, yet stands tall in the face of the storm.
I have another quote which I have been reflecting on while we enter into a season which can overpower our daily lives. We need to keep things in perspective and recover our strength even if it means we step aside from this fast paced world. We need to pray without ceasing for each other, the world around us and ourselves and most important of all we need to listen for the answer as we don’t have the answersourselves. I know who holds my future ‘So likewise ye, when ye see these things come to pass, know ye that the Kingdom of God is nigh at hand’ Luke Ch 21 v31
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. John Muir (1838–1914)
Nature gives to every time and season, beauties of its own. Dainty drops, mark the spot bulbs were planted when the days were cold. Soon they will fade and be replaced with summer’s fragrant blooms.
“All things bright and beautiful The Lord God made them all”
Sometimes we can’t see the wood for the trees. Is this an obstacle, is it a hurdle or is it the resting place we need? When life presents challenges look beyond the obstacles, there’s exploring to do when we can see clearly and step over the hurdle we suddenly face along the way.
The woodland breathes for us when we stop to catch breath
How many bridges will we cross this year? How many times do we face them with fear? There are things we will never see, unless we walk to them, crossing the bridge when we come to them. Our future is in His hands