This Moment

You may not like the Moment you're in.....

....but don't worry.

This Moment will pass to the next.

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The door slammed shut and all 4 of my kids were gone.

They all had wanted to go to town for one reason or other....

a friend's,

skating at the town lake,

a movie,

the library,

hot chocolate at Tim Hortons.

So my oldest took them all in, and now-

the house was silent.

I actually heard the clock ticking in the hallway.

The house was so empty.

I stood there holding my breath- almost expecting one of them to storm back in for something they had forgotten.

But no- the loaded vehicle went past the house with all of them waving emphatically through the windows.

It was me.

Alone in a big, empty, quiet house- and for a second or more I almost wished I could call them back and ask them to take me with them.

I missed them already.

Then I remembered yesterday.

The day where I wished all of them to be outside playing so I could have even a moment of peace.

Here they were gone, and I wanted them back.

Yesterday they were here and I wished them all out.

What was wrong with me?

{Live in the moment you're in...and enjoy it there.

The next moment is coming up....you can enjoy that moment too.}

I quickly realized I was alone and relished the thought.

I grabbed my outdoor gear, donned my ski boots, and slid away through the trees for a 10km ski around the fields.

I was alone and I was going to relish the thought and enjoy every second.

They were going to be home in a few hours-and I would have to make their supper, wash their clothes, and listen to the banter.

 Another moment would be here again soon enough.

(all the pictures above were of the same sunset within 

MOMENTS of each other.)

Unknown Trail...

An unknown trail lures me in.

I want to know what's around every turn.

But don't you wish you could know each turn before you take it?

Then you would never make a wrong decision.

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Lamenting this thought, but then I found this quote:

{{The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice.}}

~George Eliot

~~wrong decisions can be our growing places~~

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Where does it go?

Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.  ~John Archibald Wheeler

I was sitting down at the table with my kids the other morning, and upon looking at the clock I exclaimed how fast the time just went!

One of my boys' innocently asked, 

"Where does time go after it ticks?"

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A question full of answers~

but none that can be put into words.

~

A time museum would be nice.

Bottling the seconds and minutes would be lovely~ especially if we could use them up once again.

But instead,  the tick of the never-ending clock continues

and there is no reverting back.

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Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires. 

 ~Charles Caleb Colton

Time is not something one can define.

For sure~~~ we can lament that there isn't enough of it.

We can use it (or not) wisely.

We can count it down or reminisce it's moments.

There is one kind of robber whom the law does not strike at, and who steals what is most precious to men:  time.  ~Napoleon I, Maxims, 1815

Time can bring us many things.

Beauty.

Longing.

Sadness.

Heartache.

Joy.

Breathtaking moments.

Love.

For the most part~ we are captains of our time.

Choosing how each moment will be spent.

Other times~~~

 time takes us places we don't want to be, but go because it takes us.

Time captives.

Time goes, you say?  Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go.
~Henry Austin Dobson

Time allows us to become who we are to be.

And enjoy the moments we are blessed with.

Time is a gift.~A great gift.

Time! the corrector when our judgments err.  ~Lord Byron

TIME.

Can be laughter.

And so full of beauty.

How long a minute is, depends on which side of the bathroom door you're on.  

~Zall's Second Law

~(I had to throw this one in~ there is that matter of being 

just a tad too serious with your time:)~

But regardless of how one views time and where it goes,

it comes and passes with one tick of the clock.

The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.  ~C.S. Lewis

But what minutes!  Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.  

~Benjamin Disraeli

How will you spend your time today?

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~Only for a Limited Time~

It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth -- and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up -- that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.

- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

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Driving to the city this past Friday....

I missed being hit by a trailer which unhitched from a truck, by a few mere seconds.

As I watched the trailer in my mirror, flipping at least 3 times while debris flew in every direction, 100 thoughts  raced through my head.

One of them being,  "What had I done in my day to delay my travel by those few seconds?"

How our lives can change within those seconds is astounding to me. 

Even if you're doing it all right, your next breath is not guaranteed.

I've done posts on this before, but this weekend renewed the thought in me.

I'm thankful I got to see this day.

Hug my kids.

See the blue.

I keep seeing that trailer in my mind~ 

as it was when I passed it, and its condition seconds later.

(Thankfully the driver was not seriously hurt.)

Why did I miss it?

I have no idea.

All I know is I was given another day to live my normal life.

For that I am thankful.

Wishing you a NEW Wonderful Week.

Shut it Off

So my husband ran over his cell phone yesterday.
With a very large and very full grain truck.
He didn't find it until nightfall.....went searching for it with a flashlight and found it face down, glowing, and making twisted and strange music.
It was squished.
Cracked.
Useless.

I am not happy- for the fact that we now have to put money out for another piece of technology we seem not to be able to function with out.

But it was a good day for him.
He stated it was really nice to get his work done...and not once did he have to answer a phone, talk to a soul, or run and do things that weren't on his list to do.
(I'm sure he'd get to a point where it would become necessary once again...but for today- he had a holiday.)

I remember when as a teen...I never left the house without a quarter.
Pay phones were on most corners, and if one wasn't handy when you needed it....Tough luck.
You ran out of gas- you either caught a ride or walked.

Of course now we don't have such worries.
Unless you run over your phone......
OR....
go here:

My last post took me into these photos and it made me miss my mountains.
I never got my hike in this year...but have made it a point to  backpack into the wilderness for a few days- at least once every summer the last couple of years.

This is one place I have found where my phone is rendered useless.
(Well...I DID use it for these pictures:).
But of course there is no signal as you are miles from civilization. One of the main reasons I go.
To get away.
To breath.
To not have a phone in my hand or a computer at my fingers.

The first while I'm out there it's unnerving.

What if I should need something?

Who would I call in an emergency?...there are bears and cougars and a ton of steep rock.

And then...you look around you.

You actually stop...and hear Nothing.

No one is near you (besides your hiking companions).

And the beauty takes your breath away.

And you don't NEED anything but the pack on your back and your feet to carry you and your eyes and heart to take it all in.

You store this all up in your mind and soul,

so that when you DO have to return to civilization....

you have enough stored to help you make it until the next trek into beauty. 

When you can once again leave your "technologically advanced" life behind.

And your phone doesn't work.

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Of course...it could all be very simple to fix without taking the trip 

or running over your phone with a grain truck.

I could simply just shut it off.

Late Night News....

I have made it a point to never watch the news at night.
It seems that it is never filled with much good....and I don't like going to bed with my head and heart filled with doom, gloom, and often sadness.
This world seems to have gone crazy!

Tonight.....after work...I decided to plunk in front of the TV...too wired to sleep just yet.
If nothing else.....watching the news with "Lloyd Robertson" put my week in perspective!
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There was an update on the Chilean Miners trapped 700 feet underground...for WEEKS now!

And while I am out enjoying this:

...they are underground in darkness.

 While I get to watch this.....

....they are away from the people they love- and those who love them.

As I go about my day in "normalcy".....

......they are wanting their "normalcy" back.

I cannot even imagine what their days are like.

Can you imagine being in darkness for hours, days, weeks...?

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On a LIGHTER note.....

We happened upon this Big Guy in our yard this week:

Needless to say- I'm feeling a little nervous every time I go out for a run.

I don't think a Bull Moose is something I would like to come upon and surprise.

But he was amazing.

You don't realize how big they are until you are face to face!

He was massive....and tall!

And in a funny way..... beautiful.

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Going to start another day~ with a new perspective.

Something Simple

A Fistful Of Flowers...

was brought to my back door the other day.

 In between the down pouring of rain, the wind, and the gloomy gray,

I managed to get the kids to go breathe some outdoor air  in order to

take a break from school and chores.

A knock on my back door while I was trying to hurry and do the dishes before their return, and I opened it to find these lilacs in the fist of one of my boys.

His "Here mom, these are for you",

was what has gotten me through these past gloomy and hurried days of school, sports, and mundane everyday routines.

Sometimes it's the small moments

or the seemingly little things, 

 that can get someone through a day.

His simple handful of flowers have meant more to me than anything these past few days.

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Here's wishing you all,

a Fist~full of Flowers.