Friday, November 24, 2017

Snow visitors

My son, his wife and my grandchildren are supposed to come up today. I am excited to share my experiences with them, as well as my world, and weather here in Pine Mountain Club. The kids are looking forward with anticipation of having a whole yard of snow at their disposal.

They arrive in the afternoon loaded with weekend necessities, a great deal of enthusiasm, love and hugs, and inflatable sled, not enough gloves to go around and preparation for dinner for the next two nights as well as lots of snacks they keep the energy level high in the small whirlwinds, in constant motion, I call my grandchildren, but the biggest kid of all is my son. He is the first to slide down the Hill claiming it needs his weight to pack down the snow and he needs at least three or four runs to do it properly.

My son is the first one to find a shovel and start digging, throwing snow as fast as he can down the hill. It's his idea to build an igloo, even though he recruits his children's help, and it's his design. He wants it to be big enough for everyone to huddle within and share the experience. Stairs are carved as well as two entrances and, even though it's not well-rounded, it gets and deserves the attention of neighbors.

There are lots of changes of clothes as the dampness seeps through several layers and snow gets into every seam and crevice causing frozen hands, feet, faces, and a myriad of other body parts, and the washer and dryer are in constant usage. I teach them how to apply plastic bags over socks and between shoes to help ward off the chill and they are surprised at how well it works.

There are breaks for warm-ups in front of a crackling fire and for hot chocolate. The cats are still all in hiding in this highly charged atmosphere and the continuous reminder of "shut the door" resounds like a pealing bell on a Sunday morning but continues to fall on ears with dense screening power.

At the end of the day, children are falling asleep where the land and are gently carried down to bed. That gives the adults time for play and late at night my son and his wife are sledding on snow with a thick icy crust. Whee! Then we take time for relaxation and I am the first to retire. What a wonderful day with my lovely family, oh, how I love them so!


Thursday, November 23, 2017

A hummingbird friend

I arose to a new snowfall this morning. We will have no shortage; it seems, of water this year. It lasted a little over three hours but was not a deterrent to the squirrels, the birds, or my high spirits.

At nine the sun was out and as I open my front door to an in my face encounter with a hummingbird that came to call. It was as if he had two messages, "Spring is coming"and "where is my food." I have not put out any hummingbird feeders, as yet, not having expected them so soon. It is time to rethink my expectations. The little gold freesias bloomed yesterday, another sign of spring. I took my trusty shovel and expeditiously cleared my driveway, the berm, my car, and my stairway. It was good to be out and exercising and meditating in rhythm.

Ron, the carpenter, came to measure for my staircase handrail and to have me select my preference of wood color. It is time for me to get busy painting the stairwell before the rail is installed. I left off after it painted half of the entryway and have not resumed.

The drive to the post office is an outing I look forward to and I try to make it a time of exploring my new area as well, both to acclimate and admire. This time I was able to cruise the hills at a leisurely pace, to pause at the side of the road when I saw an eye-catching view and to attempt to capture it on film: pictures of the houses nestled in deep valleys with the snow-covered mountains in the background, of winding roads climbing through the forested heights, cloud enveloped mountain caps, and the sheer beauty of God's country. Another time I will return to catch the images of houses clinging to pinnacles. Last night I was concentrating on cloud formations.

Snow flurries started again once I arrived home. There is a deep haze hanging between the mountains and the back deck, so thick it seems as if it could be separated with any object or perhaps blown further away if you could take a deep enough breath. Small icicles have started to form on the tree branches and the birds hopping on the branches left uncovered sent some bobbing like crystals. The birds themselves seem as if nature ornaments until they move. The new snow looks like powdered sugar the edges of the hill while the driveway is still clear. The air stings like tiny arrows through my skin, driving me indoors, where once again I'm greeted by the warmth of my fireplace.


Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Up before dawn

I was up before the sky lightened. The stars, the moon and I seem to be all there was of morning and the shadows that were indistinct on my hill ended and the once across the road began. It wasn't until the light arrived that I noticed the berm behind my car, which means that sometime since the driver of the snowplow, who tried to rearrange my hill yesterday, had returned to plow again.

My right arm and shoulder are still numb from my workout and I realize how little I really accomplished compared to other days. I'll have to be careful with my shoveling and snow tossing today, to do what I can, and remember there is no contest to win.

I put out some peanuts, raisins and sunflower seeds for Peeker, the squirrel, on the front deck. At first, he and his friend ran away but it wasn't very long before greed, or hunger, brought one back. Could it be Gutsy? He ran across the deck and right in front of me, almost reaching the pan before fear made him make a quick retreat. Instead, they went to the back deck to bother Pesky, coming from both sides. They will be out front again soon as Pesky refuses to share and is very territorial. I wonder if they will share with each other, I bet not!

In the meantime, the Blue Jays have discovered the pan and are taking peanuts two at a time, flying away and quickly coming back for more. Even the stellar jay was here. There won't be many peanuts left for the squirrels, or none at all, if they don't come soon. The fracas on the back deck continues. The quail are all over the front yard and the birdfeeders are a hub of activity. A slice of moon still hangs in the pale blue sky.

By eight thirty I am out shoveling, admiring the wonders around me as I take it slow and steady. The snow piles I created yesterday look like tall peaks of meringue before the pies go into the oven to brown. There are pockets of individual feathers across the ice; I count twelve in all, like the apostles. The Mickey twig nest is all covered in snow, looking like a miniature igloo. My neighbors are on their way to Bakersfield for the day. After an hour it is break time.

The car is now clear of snow, next to the berm, and I still need a path to the propane tank. The sun is warm on the front deck and the squirrels continuously cross under my legs to get to the birdfeeder over and over, not as if I'm invisible but that they recognize I am not a threat to them. How much braver will they get, I wonder? My break time is over and another round of snow awaits me. Another lovely day in God's country.


Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Got my mail

I realize that I must commit to continued shoveling. Today will be day three of clearing what the blizzard brought. I thank God for the strength He is building in me and for the perseverance to keep going even during adversity and that He is always with me. I thank Him for the beauty of the environment around me and the privilege of being a part of it.

The shovel gang was out, the two neighbor men and me; we are always digging and moving the snow from the latest storm. The wonderful warmth causes me to shed my jacket very early and not long after my wool slip-on. I waited long enough before beginning so that I would not be in danger of falling on slick ice.

I am ever entranced by the sparkle in the snow and it reminds me of the day my granddaughter brought the magic deer food, which was mostly glitter, and how together we scattered it atop the hill and she was sure it would bring me deer for Christmas, reindeer of course.

This morning I found a foot long icicle hanging from my back deck light. I took a picture and hope it turns out as intriguing as the physical sight of it was upon discovery.

My neighbor gave me a ride to the post office as it has been days since either of us could go and of course, wee Betsy, my car, wouldn't make it on these icy roads. He took the scenic route up and back. Going home we climbed up higher and higher and were able to see most of the town below and houses perched on the very tips of the mountains. What a marvelous view they must have but what a challenge to get up there. Who plows those private roads?

Often times there was a single home with a solo view in all directions and for miles below, mainly roofs, treetops, the mountains below them, the curving roads, and above all the breathtaking beauty. The winds must hit with a tremendous force up there with nothing to block the onslaught and mists that however with the clouds could be isolating.

My gift of the heart today was several pictures of my new granddaughter. My favorite has a smile and a twinkle in her eyes that speaks of a mischievous nature. Her sweet smile and sleeping face in others steal my heart. I miss seeing her grow and holding her close. These photos are my lifeline to her and my daughter.


Monday, November 20, 2017

Waves of Love

I am the spirit of infinite plenty, individualized. I am boundless abundance in radiant expression. What is expressed and experienced in love must be returned in full measure. Therefore, wave after wave of love and gratitude flow toward me, to share and pass on.


Sunday, November 19, 2017

No Surrender

I believed in the power of money, therefore I surrendered by God-given power and the authority to an objectified belief. The opened the door for the possibility of lack, thus causing a separation in consciousness from the source of my supply. Cut off from what gives me life. I believed in mortal man and carnal conditions, and through this faith gave man and conditions power over me.

I believed in the mortal illusion created by the collective consciousness of error, the way humanity plods along in unison, unthinking, and in doing so, I limited the unlimited. No more! This day I renounce my so-called humanhood, and claim my divine inheritance as a being of God. This day I acknowledge God and only God as my substance, my supply, and my support.


Saturday, November 18, 2017

Beyond Belief

Today, I cease believing in visible money as my supply and my support, and I view the world of effect as it truly is.... simply as an outpicturing of my former beliefs. Today, I've decided to change, to put my faith in that which is beyond man.... outside of objects and material things.