Quote of the Day: Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. ~John Muir
It took me some time to find the just the right quote today. I was feeling out of Sorts, so I went outside to find some. I thought of it like the response one of the boys had when he was small. He wanted to ride on one of those moving cars where you deposit a couple quarters and move back and forth to motor noises, but he couldn’t because the sign said, “Out of Order.” He came over to me and asked if I could give him some Order so he could ride.
I did not find Order that day in my extra large hand-bag made especially for mothers of multiples, but I did gather my Sorts as I walked today. First, it is something to celebrate that I could walk outside without freezing up on January 15 in Minnesota. We had temps. so far below zero last week that we didn’t dare stand outside for more than a second. And, if we did have to go somewhere, we practiced our sprint from house to car to grocery store, or whatever shelter was available. We bundle up so tightly. It feels like hibernation within yourself. Let not one inch be exposed lest you get bitten, by the frost.
Just before I went out for my walk to find my Sorts, I glanced at my friend’s blog. Peace Garden Mama wrote about the light, the healing effects of sunlight. Although her blog discusses the healing of living in the light, I felt the healing of the natural sun on that bit of skin I did expose today, the part between the cap and the scarf. I felt the contemplative movement of one foot in front of the other. A few neighbors were out pushing the crusted snow off their driveways. A slight breeze of hope for spring was in the air, and it soon entered my step.
I remembered the first time I felt honored as a writer. I was in the 5th grade and Mrs. Buchholz (sounds like book holes) read my essay out loud to the class. I blushed 17 shades of red and giggled through the entire reading, but I felt like a real writer. The topic was “What would you do if you knew you would lose one of your senses?” I chose hearing. I remember writing about taking the time to really listen to the voices of people I love. I’d go out into the woods and listen to the birds and the crickets and the rushing of the water. My teacher said she really liked it. She shared it with the class, and I felt honored.
A walk in the woods helps you remember who you are. A walk in the neighborhood helps you see who you’re connected to. A walk down memory lane helps you remember your hopes and dreams from when you were a child. A walk outside of yourself helps you get your Sorts back and gives you energy to keep moving forward.
Journaling Prompt: Describe a favorite place or time where you took a walk. Who was with you? Were you alone? Did you sort out any of your life’s ponderings?
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Mary, you threw me for a loop by posting on a Friday. So glad I stopped by, and thanks for mentioning my post on light. I’m so glad you experienced light today. One again, you’ve written a beautiful post. I love the memory you have of the first time you felt recognized in your gift as a writer. Precious. And book material too, of some sort. I hope you enjoyed the quote at the beginning of my post, too. It made me think of our journey at different times. I’m off soon but will be thinking of you this weekend. Blessings! Roxane
I ditto everything you said about walking. I walk everyday if I can, usually with my daughers and/or husband. And yes, walking is so much more than walking … it’s observation, contemplation, consideration, connection. My family’s clocked many miles together, one of our favorite a mile long boardwalk, at the sea. Perfection, indeed 🙂
P.S. The request for you to get some order is awesome! So cute.
Blogging seemed like a good thing to do on a day that I was feeling out of sorts. Joanne, I will imagine that lovely boardwalk and a family enjoying it together.
How wonderful that you live in an area that can offer you a walk in the woods. It sounds lovely.
And, I LOVE that story of your little boy asking for order. There’s a picture book in there somewhere…
A post by Roxane is a sure-fire way to find your sorts. She never fails to shine light on my day. 🙂
I agree with you that the outdoors is therapeutic. I love your picture and your quote, as well as the cute little remark from your son.
I think maybe you and your boys should go cave-draw happy thoughts together! LOL! Have an evening full of sorts and light. 🙂
Ooo. Picture book. Hmmm. Now, you’ve set all Sorts of ideas churning.
I love to go outside if I get into a rut. But you’re brave to go out in that kind of cold! I have no excuses here in NC. 🙂
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We’re having a January thaw, upper 20’s lower 30’s. Really, it feels so warm.
Mary, a beautiful post, as always. And, yes, there’s a book in your Order story…kids have a way of finding the needle in a haystack. Really happy you were able to get outside and enjoyed all you wrote, truly. My fav walk: the last time I was in South Louisiana and I walked to the back pasture.
Thank you. Stories are all around us, aren’t they? We just need to pay attention.
I have always thought walking was good for the soul. I run now, even better for my little soul 🙂
I love that your little boy asked for some order so the ride would work! How cute 🙂
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Oh, what a wonderful prompt. Hmmm, I love my walks. On one of them, through the woods, I actually heard God speak a personal message to me. Twice in my life I have heard His voice. Powerful and unforgettable.
Take good care, dear Mary…and never stop playing on! Your writing is beautiful, BTW, rhythmic and lyrical. Can’t imagine why. 😉 😉
Gwen, that is the best compliment ever! I am embracing my two loves/gifts with words and music. Not writing songs, but who knows. I wrote a piece for th Highlights contest about a boy who plays baseball and the piano. It felt like a story only I could tell.
I am curious what God’s voice sounded like and what he said. I’ll let you reveal that at your own time. I continue to listen.
Hi Mary! What a beautiful reminder that we need to experience life and let it refresh us and fill us up.
I’m honored that you made a committment on my blog to more regular writing time! I’ll be praying that you can keep to it! Blessings to you this week.
So sorry I don’t get by as much as I’d LOVE to!
I know all about being out of sorts. I’ve been looking under couch cushions for mine 🙂 Me thinks it’s time for a walk in the woods. Those woodland sorts are ever so much more delightful than the urban kind.
Jen, you can finds all Sorts of things under the couch cushions!
Jody, Thanks for your prayers. It takes a strong person to follow through with a personal committment. From past experiences, I know I can do it!
Hey Mary! Thanks for visiting my blog – love yours here! I am writing on the back porch sofa this morning, imbibing the fresh, slightly cool air while I write. It clears the mind and lets trouble melt away,just as you say! Cheers!
Hey Chick, thank you for reading and remarking on my blogs. How fun. Our connection is a spark of electricity. I am envying your porch sitting. Our Jan. thaw is great, but snow still covers the porch!