Mindfulness Challenge Week 16: Patience

Testing my Patience

April is the ultimate test of patience:

Shivering in spring jackets, because we can no longer stand to layer ourselves in winter wear; fingers icy because we refuse to wear gloves for even one more day; wiping snow off the car with our sleeves because, frankly, we are fed up.

Watching the snow melt, only to wake up to earth covered – once again – in snow; waiting for the ice to break up in the bay; driving deliberately through puddles so the spray scatters onto snowbanks in the hopes they will melt just a little bit more.

Patience brings rewards, too:

That first glimpse of salty water under the bridge and rivers beginning to flow once more.

An edge of lawn; a blade of green grass.

Sand and waves and a single piece of sea glass.

April can be a cruel month, but the rewards are worth the wait.

 

#createmindfulness2017

Puddles

puddle

This may not be a pretty picture, but it’s beautiful to me.

This puddle means the snow is melting. It may take awhile to be rid of those monstrous snowbanks, but it’s progress.

I’ll take what I can get.

Seeing Closer

seeing closer

I took a walk down to the river with my camera.

At first, I saw only the river.

But slowly, I began to notice the smaller details: The leaves floating in the river, the smell of the damp earth, the sound of the birds.

With the help of my camera, I could change my focus as well. The grasses at the river’s edge became a work of art when the leaves and water behind them blurred through my lens.

Before heading back up to the camp, I captured a few images.

Barefoot in the Fall

Sometimes, one outing provides for many memorable moments…

fall-beach

A fall day so warm the afternoon was spent at the beach.

fish

One of the fish my children tearfully rescued from the sand bars.

crab

A pretty patterned crab in the shallow water.

kids-at-beach

My children at play.

feet

Being able to walk barefoot on the sandbars in October – this is a gift.

Sand Trails

sand-trails

The tide was out when we arrived at the beach.

Sand bars like smooth islands shone in the sunlight, speckled by seagulls and seashells. The water was a mirror for the shoreline.

It was morning and the beach was almost empty, so few footprints interrupted the patterns made by the tide. Ripples, salt lines, pebbles, and snail trails embellished the sand.

The sea makes its own art.