It's October 31st and no snow! Hallelujah! I feel like I have had a real autumn. The leaves are past their crunchy golden prime and are rather soggy. The last of the flowers are gone and the lawns are beginning to turn brown. My pumpkin on the porch escaped major freezing so I can cook him and that will be the end of my lovely fall season.
November 1st will bring the winter season, I hope. I am now ready for snow! Big honkin' flakes that sit on fence posts and have to be shoveled, not swept off sidewalks and driveways will be a welcome sight. A snow day from school and work sounds delicious and I wouldn't complain about two. I am ready for the light the snow brings on my morning walks, the contrast of white snow and dark moose is a winter blessing!
I am thankful for the extra fall days, but am looking forward to that "winter wonder land" Alaska becomes! Yipee! LET IT SNOW!!!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Swans On The Lake
Remember that piano piece Swans on the Lake in the Thompson piano course series? I remember as a child thinking I could actually play the piano when I got to that piece. It sounds like swans gliding gently between the water lilies. Not too long ago one of my own students glided through the old favorite, leaving me with the calm relaxed feeling of having earned a relaxing “swan” moment after long lessons of counting, fingering and dynamics.
While at women’s retreat I heard that there were two swans that lived on the lake at Little Beaver Camp. I longed to take a few minutes to run down the hill to catch a glimpse of them as they serenely floated over the still waters, until someone said, “Swans are so MEAN!” She proceeded to speak of pecking, chasing and violence that would cause the heartiest CSI fan to cringe. What?! No way! Not MY swans! I never did catch a glimpse of them serene or mean, but my image of “swans on the lake” has been permanently altered.
Upon arriving home from Girlfriend’s Get Away, I entered my house feeling calm and serene, but in less than an hour I had, like the swans, had turned “mean”. The waves and undercurrents of family life met me full force and I went from floating on that spiritual high to trying to walk on water unexpectedly. Like Peter, I almost sang my swan song!
Thankfully Paul tells us, “In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace, which He lavished upon us.” (Ephesians 1:7)
Hopefully (with God’s lavish grace) I will not have the same reputation of the mean swan. I want people to think of me as that graceful “swan on the lake”, serene and peaceful.
While at women’s retreat I heard that there were two swans that lived on the lake at Little Beaver Camp. I longed to take a few minutes to run down the hill to catch a glimpse of them as they serenely floated over the still waters, until someone said, “Swans are so MEAN!” She proceeded to speak of pecking, chasing and violence that would cause the heartiest CSI fan to cringe. What?! No way! Not MY swans! I never did catch a glimpse of them serene or mean, but my image of “swans on the lake” has been permanently altered.
Upon arriving home from Girlfriend’s Get Away, I entered my house feeling calm and serene, but in less than an hour I had, like the swans, had turned “mean”. The waves and undercurrents of family life met me full force and I went from floating on that spiritual high to trying to walk on water unexpectedly. Like Peter, I almost sang my swan song!
Thankfully Paul tells us, “In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace, which He lavished upon us.” (Ephesians 1:7)
Hopefully (with God’s lavish grace) I will not have the same reputation of the mean swan. I want people to think of me as that graceful “swan on the lake”, serene and peaceful.
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