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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

 
Part 2: A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON MY WAY TO
OLD
(the Winter season of my life)
 
 
 
Summer in a fawn's life ...
birth,
discovery,
spending time in gardens,
gleaning nourishment to grow and be strong and healthy,
 accompanied by siblings,
 and parents,teaching, encouraging, leading
 
........ and destroying like ravenous locust
all that is planted, colorful, green and growing....
but wait, that's another story!
 
Springtime ..... birth, new life, vigor, awareness
Summer..... discovery, growth, strengthening, bonding
Fall ..... wisdom, regrets, satisfaction, encouraging insights
Winter .... recollections and memories, acceptance or despair
 
The seasons of all creature's lives.
 
 
Personal Life-Experience Model in the Seasons of my life:  
 
Spring
 Parents
" ..... male and female, He created them....." Genesis, the Bible
 
together following well worn paths labeled:  
 dedication
choices
mistakes
bonding
trust
companionship
difficult choices
sadness
joy
satisfaction
encouragement
rejection
separation
forgiveness
peace ..... contentment
approaching the Fall of life together
(remember, this is MY model... other's will be different)
 
 
A strong
brave
vigorous
proud
male
who may  follow- at times -
the female's
instinctive sense of caution
in preservation of the species.
 
 
Summer and Spring of life
brings strength and vigor,
vitality
preservation of the species
through offspring ......
companionship and solidarity if no offspring.
 
Fall preparing for Winter
The shedding of Fall leaves after fruitful harvest,
the stripping away of fruit, preserved in jars on shelves in pantries,
stored fruits of labor.
Settling in for a season of rest
while partaking of the fruits of that labor. 
 
Scurry of activity to prepare for a long cold Winter,
(the Ant stored up much ... not so the Grassphopper)
Storing garden tools - once important, but this season unneeded -
 to have at your touch when needed ...... such as the snow shovel.
 Protect the fragile new life to come by covering with bark and straw,
(as we  do our children..... our gardens ......for they hold the  promise of
 blooms and fruit to come.)  
 
 
 
 
......... mulch, enrich, and protect
against the elements ......
 that which would seek and destroy
what is not prepared.
 
Winter
 
 
After a season of wise Fall preparation,
CAUTION is needed as we approach Winter ,,,,
 never having experienced what is
 lurking
in the
windows of other creature's lives...
 
The chill of  Winter
 
 
 The dormant  .... hibernating season of rest: 
 
Slow, sometimes painful steps trod along these barren paths;
strength .... warmth ..... encouragement ,,, companionship
often wanes from others who are engaged elsewhere.
  Unexpected health challenges disrupt plans,
 advise from loved ones often go unheeded;
the shroud of fog and chilling snow 
enclose and chill ... seemingly frozen in time.
 Small bursts of sunshine,
in a heart filled with memories,
warm and melt, making Winter paths easier to follow.
Set-in-our-way comfortable paths, known and trusted, and once followed 
assure us we can go on.
 
The shroud of Fall
and chilling barrenness of Winter
moves us away from Spring and Summer
that once provided
invigorating life challenges.
 
 
 
Life becomes more challenging in the Winter of our lives....
nourishment
shelter
injury
health
discouragement
frigid elements
companionship
faith
separation
from loved ones
whose paths have lead them elsewhere.
 
 Encouraging elements of the Winter season in our lives:
Memories 
 Loved ones
Faith
Wisdom
Grace and resolve to follow this season's paths
to wherever it leads.
 
Your child whispering in your ear,
"You showed us how to live,
but Dad showed us how to die."
 
Now... I have a favorite saying:
"I'm OLD
but not
OLD, OLD!"
 
And when
old, old
is the
culmination of the seasons of my life
I'll unhesitatingly walk down that path
to meet Jesus .......
and the one
who accompanied me 
through the other seasons of my life.

Original drawing by Monica Lawson not to be copied or used without her permission   10/20/14
 
 
In a twinkling of an eye it fades and grows dim
but is never lost......
because love never ends
and memories live on .....
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Monday, October 13, 2014

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON MY WAY TO OLD

 
 
I'm beginning the Winter of my life ....... but wait ....
Winter of my life would be
when I'm old OLD!
 
 
 
Perhaps I'm  just on the edge of Fall ...... .before Winter.
Spring and Summer have long passed me by.
 
Gone are the days of raising squabbling children crying in the back seat of the car that their sibling is "...thinking about touching me!!!" (one of my grandchildren's memorable quotes!)
Adding another potato to the pot to make it go further is but a distant memory. 
Canning and preserving food is delegated to the top shelf in my current pantry ... oh wait! I sold my canning collection to a young mother last summer.
In a flash ....grammar school ... high school ... weddings and military service ..... Our children were on their way.
College came for our four children after they were parents.
 
Weddings and dramas ..... new family member (still occurs through grandchildren's weddings) has settled nicely with all spouses in place in our lives (and ex spouses still in our hearts.)
 
THE MIDDLE YEARS
Anchored securely in God's Pocket, West Coast of Vancouver Island, Canada
Sunset La Paz harbor, Sea of Cortez, Baja Mexico
 
 
 
High sea adventures and quiet serene anchorages are memories stored in albums and  mementos gathering dust from long distant ports and vivid photos of dramatic sunsets in the Sea of Cortez.
 
 
 
And gathering food in the most unusual manner! No Safeway in the Sea of Cortez... but friendly Mexican fishermen willing to trade lobster.....LOBSTER!! ... for water we produced with our watermaker.
Beach gathering and tidal forays for clams and oysters with other yachties brought us meal after meal of free food to share at almost nightly potlucks aboard our cruising companion's humble to sumptuous yachts.
 
Hurricane disaster struck, shattering and destroying dreams of sailing off into the sunset. Our sailboat Quasar was safe through this horrific destruction.
 
 
"I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE
A COWBOY AND A SAILOR"
Original song title, Dean Lawson
 
Toward the waning years of our cruising adventure
Eldon and I were visiting family in the states and watching in a theater the movie
"Perfect Storm"
and at the moment the fishing vessel was stuck, bow pointed upwards at the massive
gargantuan wave about to crash over and obliterate
all aboard and the worthy vessel itself,
Eldon leaned over toward me in the hushed
movie theater and said,
"NOW would be a good time to visit
Lakeview and Paisley....."
Why Lakeview or Paisley?
(In our child raising years he had driven tanker trucks delivering gasoline to stations in Lakeview and Paisley and was taken by the quaint little towns in rural Oregon.
My thoughts at the time were .... "Yeah, sure..... 100 years from now ... but in the meantime .. we have little kids to raise." 100 years went by in a flash.)
 
....... always wanted to be a cowboy and a sailor .....
 
Check off "SAILOR"
onto "COWBOY" chapter
We did the sailor chapter from 1984 through 2002, selling our sailing vessel Quasar .... difficult last look at her as we pushed the final load of belongings down the dock and away from her bobbing gently at Marina De La Paz.
 
And onto Lakeview, Oregon,
10 acres of bare land - if you consider waist high sagebrush, bitter brush, scrub brush and trees.... Juniper and one lone Pine tree .... bare land. We found the perfect place for a home site on top of the hill overlooking the valley and Crane Mountain, and only one mile from a trout filled lake.
At the top of the hill were four giant Junipers ... ancient and sturdy (considered by some as weeds worthy of removal)
and we knew placing our home in the middle of the four giants was our way of
honoring our four children .... The tallest, promising shade in the summer, we named Vicki; across the field full and lovely we named Jill; beside 'her' and off away was Dean - strong but with limbs going off in all directions; and finally Neal... densely covered boughs with stout trunk .. strong and resilient.
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Next segment:
ANCLADO FINAL