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The cool mornings are making me chatty. =) I was thinking, again, how much I love a cool morning like this. I go about my morning routine (rub sleep from my eyes, pat the dog on the head, grab the milk pail and head out the door) with a new energy, a peace in my heart, excitement about what's to come. The words "in my element" came to mind. I am totally "in my element" in the fall. I feel out of place in the summer heat. I make do nicely in winter. Spring is a close second to fall but almost too exciting (and too close to summer) to be as peaceful. But fall... ah fall. Cool mornings like this, though still in the midst of summer, get me excited for fall and all that it entails. Crisp mornings followed by warm afternoons, the smells, the colors, etc. etc... you know what I'm talking about, I shan't carry on. You know. My mom supposes I get this love of fall from my dad (to whom I owe thanks for my middle name, Autumn). For her part, she wonders how we can all be so enthralled with a season in which everything dies or goes dormant and the days are so short. There's just a peace to it. It means I can slow down, relax.... which is weird because I get more done in the fall than any other time. School and yardwork and all that. But I get more done because I'm more at ease. Does that make sense? Anyway, I'll shut up now... =) Oh yeah... I was thinking about being "in my element." Thinking about other places and situations I'm comfortable in. A feed store. I'm totally at ease in a feed store. I understand why some ol' timers just hang out there all day. I'm dreadfully uncomfortable, "out of my element" in a shopping mall or fancy department store (there was a time when I could enjoy the mall for people watching - I used to love to make up conversations for them- now watching them just makes me sad and I'd probably spend the whole time weeping and praying for them). In my element - anywhere live hillbilly music is being played. Out of my element- rock and roll or heavy metal music (those days are so long gone, thank you Lord. I'm sorry for the pain I brought to my parents' ears). In- hay rides and pumpkin patches. Out- carnivals at night. In- church meetings in a yard, living room, or small room full of metal folding chairs. Out- church buildings with pews, matching chairs, religous wall hangings, greeters handing out bulletins, offering plates. Places I can't picture myself in - beauty or tanning salons, new cars, roller coasters, restraunts that serve wine (okay, there was that one time when we were dating that Bobby miraculously had $20 and wanted to take me someplace, so we went to the prestigious Stake & Ale [this is much funnier if you've seen my spouse's facial piercings] and upon seeing the rather expensive menu decided to split a strawberry cheesecake and finish our meal at Burger King)... My kind of places - wildnernessy state parks, used book stores, small fabric shops (JoAnne's or Hancock's don't count), hobby shops, farmer's markets, swap meets, demonstration gardens, picnics, rivers (not lakes - usually too commercial), Chinese restraunts... Now you know. May you be as blessed on this Sabbath as I am. |
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