Today, from start to finish (except for
the dream that jolted me awake), was a good day 😊
I was blessed; and refreshed.
On my way home, I decided to nip off at
Stella, and take the higher Stella Road home – I hadn’t been on that road in
decades, and I wanted to see if the foxgloves were still covering the hillside
along the narrow upward roadway.
The foxgloves were nowhere to be seen: that
made me sad – the whole hillside used to be covered with them. The foxgloves,
and the stately, turreted mansion near the top was always the draw of the drive.
I was thankful I did not meet a vehicle on
the shoulderless, narrow 1-lane road; that was all I was thankful for as I
continued to the top of the roadway.
The spiring foxgloves of memory were missing
from the landscape … and the stately mansion I remember, has been sadly
neglected in the present.
Further along upper Stella Road, the
belly-tickling road was still the same 😉
Bob used to hit the gas fast and then let the
forward moving 2-tone Ford do a stomach-dropping surge to the bottom before
rushing upward at the bottom: wringing a belly-tickling sensation and a girlish scream of
delight out of me.
The glide-ride-road today did not wring forth
the same feeling, this afternoon – I did not do a fast freefall … and there was
no delighted girlish scream on my lips: Bob was not here to laugh with me.
This leg of the drive was filled with bittersweet memories: I was glad to get onto Coal Creek Road, and homeward.
I don’t know where all the wildfire haze is
coming from, but it’s been hanging in the air for a few days; shrouding the
atmosphere in a noticeable amber, gauzy, cloud cover.
And tonight, the moon was swathed in a red haze.
NO! I do not believe in the climate change BS
being bullied about: the majority of the {wildfires} have been caused by
careless humans, and politicians who salute, and ‘bend a knee’, to domestic
terrorists who employ anarchists with a firebug bent.
Everything is right on schedule according
to ancient prophecies that foretold of these days … THAT, I believe in.
I believe it, because we are
living it: in the moment.
The moment has been forewarned, so I do not stress about what will be played out.
**SHABBAT BLESSINGS/Pt. 2 ~ Julia Butler Hansen Game Refuge: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/08/shabbat-blessingspt-2-julia-butler.html
**SHABBAT BLESSINGS/Pt. 1 ~ Skamokawa Vista Park: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/08/shabbat-blessingspt-1-skamokawa-vista.html
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