Ducks and Dilemmas aka Lessons from the Waterbirds of the Bay of Chaleur, New Brunswick, Canada

by stephsimply, posted in Herald-Dispatch Articles, Simple Observations and Musings, Travels

            “Put the need for certainty aside. Focus on riding the best wave you can today. Don’t wait for the tide to be perfect tomorrow.”—as seen on strikingtruth.com

          “I intend to not allow the waves of change to knock me off my feet, but instead, learn how to ride them.”—as seen on intent.com

We arrived to bracing winds with gray clouds so low and heavy, it appeared as if the sky would drop its burdens at any moment. The water in the Bay of Chaleur was sliced with angry white caps rapidly forcing their way to the shore. While this was our third time to visit the province of New Brunswick in Canada, we had never before witnessed rough bay waters as the weather on past visits was typically mild, warm, and sunny with calm, serene waters.

Arriving to the vacation cottage in Petite Rocher, New Brunswick off the Bay of Chaleur
Arriving to the vacation cottage in which we stayed off the Bay of Chaleur in Petit Rocher, New Brunswick

Nonetheless, as I continued to take in the unfolding scenery currently surrounding me, I noticed a family of ducks tranquilly navigating through the turbulent waves.   There appeared to be Mama duck in the front with several ducklings in tow. In fact, upon closer inspection, there were several types of waterfowl somehow remaining afloat on the enraged, swelling waters. How was this possible? They were clearly not in distress, despite the whipping winds tossing the waves about; rather, they seemed to glide over each growing surge with grace and ease. This image became imprinted upon my mind

Various waterfowl on the Bay of Chaleur.
Various waterfowl off the Bay of Chaleur
Various waterfowl off the Bay of Chaleur

Sunrise the following morning found the waters somewhat calmer, but still a bit choppy as rain was now a promise felt in the moist, heavy air. Looking once again towards the bay, there was the familiar duck family and numerous other waterfowl calmly rising and sinking with each lift of waves. Sometimes, they would dive below the water obtaining hidden fodder; but then, emerge with poise and dignity again and again. Even after the rains, heavy and cold, began to empty from the bloated, distressed clouds, the duck family managed to move up and down the shoreline feeding itself as if it were another playful day in the sun. Here were the whisperings of a lesson in which I was in need.

The first morning after our arrival the previous night.
Ducks dip and dive for hidden fodder of the Bay of Chaleur
Waterfowl glides along the Bay of Chaleur no matter how calm or rough the water are.

Throughout the rest of my stay in Petit Rocher, New Brunswick, Canada, nestled along the shore of the Bay of Chaleur; I would frequently and curiously observe the bay’s waterfowl, with a particular fondness for the duck family living near the summer cottage in which we were vacationing. Regardless of the weather, cool or hot; rainy or dry; blustery or calm; cloudy or sunny; that duck family never failed to lightheartedly swim to and fro as they dipped and darted for their daily diet. They seemed to possess great faith that all their needs would be provided by staying the course, no matter the current emotion of the atmosphere surrounding them. Oh, to be like that duck family!

The Bay of Chaleur, named by Jacques Cartier in 1534, translates into English as “bay of warmth” or “bay of torrid weather.” (Cartier is said to have arrived during a July heat wave.)   The waters of the bay during the summer months, indeed well-known by tourists and locals, are said to be some of the warmest saltwater north of the state of Virginia due to the warm ocean current that enters the bay from the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Furthermore, numerous freshwater river tributaries also flow into the bay creating a unique fishery. However, due to the bay’s shape, as well as the precipitous, red, rocky cliff line of the northern shore where we were staying, many Petit Rocher residents warned of hazardous wind conditions that sometimes develop, quickly creating large areas of treacherous waters. Thus, the abundant waterfowl, most likely attracted by the ample supply of food, must adapt and remain flexible to the ever-shifting water conditions.

Bay of Chaleur at Petit Rocher has a unique shape and rocky shoreline.
Bay of Chaleur at Petit Rocher has a unique shape and rocky shoreline.
Bay of Chaleur at Petit Rocher has a unique shape and rocky shoreline.

I wish to navigate life more like that duck family and other waterfowl I watched on the Bay of Chaleur. Feeling pain? Breath, be curious, and ride it out. Feeling frustrated, hurt, confused, or uncertain? Dip into the warm waters of faith, and trust that all will be provided. Feeling sad, angry, or lost in a sea of changing, turbulent waters? Relax into, rather than resist, life’s current—the ducks don’t always control where they are going, but they still manage to remain afloat and are returned, in due time, back to their home estuary.

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In life, at least for me, it is so easy to feel overwhelmed by change, worry, and/or struggles. However, it is important to realize that feelings are often created, or at the very least increased (or even decreased) by emotions. Our emotions are like the weather of the Bay of Chaleur—they can quickly change. And while the physical shoreline is certainly altered from season to season by the weather, just as emotions sometimes can alter our constitution; the basic make-up of the bay–rocky cliffs, river estuaries, warm ocean current, and abundant wildlife–remain the same.

Change, pain, struggles, even emotions come and go like the wind blowing the waves on the Bay of Chaleur. However, just as the Gulf of St. Lawrence continually sends an undercurrent of warm waters to the bay, so too is there a Divine source flowing to, through, and around us. The lesson of the Bay of Chaleur’s ducks and waterfowl for me to share, and (hopefully) put into practice, is to let go of the attachment to struggle, pain, change, and so forth; and, relax into the warmth and love of our God. Those ducks, I observed, were always fed, never lost, and yet did not resist the waves of change—rugged or placid—they remained firmly in the water, but flexible in their course, trusting in their source. So too, must we remain firm in our faith, but flexible in life path, and trust our heavenly source to provide all we need.

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Cast & Crew, Bathurst, New Brunswick, Canada

by stephsimply, posted in Restaurant Reviews, Travels

“Welcome to Cast and Crew. We take your taste buds seriously. Great food.   Awesome Atmosphere. Amazing people.” Cast & Crew Gastropub, Bathurst, New Brunswick, Canada

Many restaurants in the states are situated near movie theaters; however, I have yet to see a movie multiplex and a restaurant in one, stand alone location as I did on a recent vacation trip to Bathurst, New Brunswick in Canada. Cast and Crew Gastropub is located next door to the Apollo Cinemas on St. Anne Drive just outside of the downtown area. What a convenient way to have dinner and movie with your favorite date! In fact, if it’s your birthday, Cast and Crew will include a two-for-one movie pass with your meal as well as give you a percentage equal to your age off your food bill! However, you do not have to go to a movie to enjoy dinner or lunch at Cast and Crew.

My husband, John, and I, visited Cast and Crew on warm Thursday night in July while vacationing in Petit Rocher, a town near Bathurst. Our daughter and her friend, Gracie, were making their own pizza in the summer cottage in which we were staying, so John and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity for a date night. Walking into Cast and Crew, we were immediately greeted by staffers and offered a table; however, we politely declined and chose, instead, to sit at the expansive bar area.

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Expansive bar seating at Cast & Crew. Photo courtesy of Cast & crew website.

Choosing to sit at the bar is a trick John and I have learned to do, especially when traveling.   The bar area is fantastic opportunity to meet locals who can offer unique insight to area in which we are staying. Additionally, dining in the bar allows us an opportunity to scope out both the ambiance and atmosphere of an establishment.

Walking through the front part of the restaurant towards the bar, John and I could not help but notice the welcoming environment perfect for get-togethers with family or friends, a date-night, or even dining alone. From the beautiful bar area, to the comfy fireplace setting; and, from numerous tables and booths, to the warm patio area; Cast and Crew was spacious, comfortable, and appeared able to accommodate all sizes of parties, small or large. Additionally, we observed several customers ordering take-out food.

A birthday celebration was ensuing during our visit to Cast & Crew.
Bar tables align the bar for more private seating.
Tables and booths are scattered throughout Cast & Crew to suit your party’s mood.

Our bartender/waitress for the evening was named Terri. And, while Terri was originally from the Bathurst area, her mom now resides in the Cleveland, Ohio area! What a small world in which we live! Terri states that she does visit the Cleveland area a couple times per year, but continues to reside in Bathurst. When we asked her why she chose to remain in Bathurst, she replied with a question, “Have you seen this place?”

This caused us to laugh because that was one of the reasons we were on our third trip to this maritime province! We agreed with Terri—New Brunswick is indeed beautiful (not to mention friendly), especially in the summer time of our visits. That said, Terri informed us that this past winter was particularly rough in the Bathurst area of New Brunswick as they received many deep snows. “But, you know, that is part of living here,” Terri added with a smile. “You just learn to appreciate the two months of summer that much more!”

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Terri our bartender/waitress at Cast & Crew.

As John and I often do when dining out, we arrived at Cast and Crew during Happy Hour, which happened to occur there daily from 4:00-7:00! Happy Hour is often an excellent time to get deals on food and drinks in many restaurants, allowing the dining experience to be easier on the pocket. Cast and Crew’s Happy Hour was no exception. In addition to daily lunch specials and the previously mentioned birthday special, Cast and Crew presents five different specials—depending upon the weeknight. Wings, Salt ‘n’ Peppa Ribs, and MooseLight pitchers were specials on the night of our visit. Furthermore, Terri stated the restaurant often prepares exclusive entrees not found on the menu; and, on the night in which we dined, that dish was a lobster stuffed salmon dish for an incredibly reasonable price.

Scanning the menu, John and I could not have been happier as it was expansive, eclectic, and offered a number of gluten-free and vegetarian dishes. Cast and Crew’s menu has something for everyone. From a wide variety of appetizers to salads galore; from meat-based entrees to sandwiches and wraps; and from pasta/rice-based dishes to “cast from the sea,” the choices were a bit overwhelming. Furthermore, sitting at the bar near the kitchen entry/exit, all the food that went by us was beautifully presented, smelled delectable, and made our dinner decision that much more difficult. It is also worth mentioning that I could not help but notice that there was a separate menu for kids, which includes a wide array of meal choices, choice of beverage, and dessert for just $8.00!

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Menu for Cast & Crew restaurant.

After ordering drinks, we decided to start off our meal by splitting a so-called “side” of Homemade Chips thinking it would be a small snack on which to nosh. Nope, it was a huge serving! These chips were thick cut, but still managed to be crispy and cooked to perfection! We enjoyed savoring these crunchy morsels.  (Sadly, I forgot to take a picture of these delectable delights!)

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John’s Pump House Blueberry Ale and my chilled Chardonnay made for two summer drinks worth toasting. Cheers!

For my main meal, I decided to try a dish I had never before eaten called, “Cauliflower Steak.” Seared and oven roasted, this so-called “steak” was topped with a bold tasting, roasted red pepper and olive tapenade. Further, it was served with a beautiful and delicate tasting “chef salad;” however, this was not what is often considered the typical chef salad in the states. Chef salad simply meant— the chef’s salad creation for that day. Therefore, my salad consisted beautiful, local greens and veggies tossed in a house-created vinaigrette.

Cauliflower steak with “Chef Salad” at Cast & Crew.
Cauliflower “steak” with “Chef Salad” at Cast & Crew

When it came time for John to choose his dinner, he really struggled, but in the end, could not resist trying the Mac ‘n’ cheese. Terri shared that the Cast and Crew Mac ‘n’ Cheese was one of their more popular dishes. She explained that it was the Gruyere cheese mixed with the more traditional cheddar cheese that made this baked pasta dish so yummy. In the end, John could not have agreed more! The menu offers to top this creamy pasta bowl with bacon or lobster for a modest price addition, but John is a purist and would not hear of it.

Mac ‘n’ Cheese at Cast & Crew.
Mac ‘n’ Cheese at Cast & Crew.

I should also add that John enjoyed tasting Pump House Blueberry Ale Draught. This beer has been proudly brewed in New Brunswick since 1999. Served in a chilled glass with fresh blueberries, John found this beer to have a refreshing, light taste—not too heavy with subtle fruit hints. It was a perfect summer ale in his opinion.

Overall, John and I enjoyed our gastro-adventure at Cast and Crew. The atmosphere was relaxed and inviting. Our service was attentive and affable. Additionally, our meal was a delicious, tasty treat. Cast and Crew is highly recommended in our humble opinion. If we lived in the Bathurst area, we would certainly become regulars!

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John and I enjoy a date night at Cast & Crew restaurant in Bathurst, CA.

Sedona Taphouse, Charlottesville, VA

by stephsimply, posted in Restaurant Reviews, Travels

            “Serious food and over 500 craft-beers—discover your new favorite today.”— Sedona Taphouse website

          “Sedona Taphouse works diligently to bring you the best in local and international craft beer, interesting wines, and creative handcrafted martinis. We also prepare our dining menu from the finest ingredients based on their seasonal quality and availability.”—Sedona Taphouse website

As faithful readers know, my husband, John and I love traveling. Part of the appeal of a trip is meeting new people; and, of course, eating new foods/dishes. What better place to meet others and get a sense of the local flavor than eating a meal at the bar in a well-rated restaurant? And, for those of my readers that do not imbibe alcohol, trust me, you are still welcome to dine at the restaurant bar—it is an experience I highly recommend, especially when traveling!

When sitting at the bar of a restaurant, you often get more than one bartender taking care of you, which is great if you tend to need frequent refills on your favorite beverage. Furthermore, they tend to have more time to talk to you—after all, that is part of their job. Not only are bartenders helpful in making food, wine, beer, and dessert recommendations, but they are also a wealth of information regarding best places to visit in the area—especially if you’re interested in non-touristy or off-the-beaten-path adventures. Such was the case while we were visiting the Charlottesville, VA area.

Sedona Taphouse was ranked number 19 out of 339 restaurants reviewed in Charlottesville, VA on Trip Advisor, one of our go-to websites. What especially appealed to me was the fact that it appeared to offer an unbelievable number of gluten-free dishes—which is a huge plus for me as I have celiac disease and cannot consume wheat products. According to Trip Advisor, not only did Sedona Taphouse offer copious, exclusively gluten-free dishes, but also a variety of menu items coded, “gfo,” meaning, a gluten-free variation of that dish can be prepared. Furthermore, the menu also featured dishes deemed, “heart healthier.” What’s more, we later learned from bartenders, Ryan and Danielle, the kitchen would gladly modify any dish to our taste-preference. Additionally, a visiting manager, Peter, further elaborated that each location (I counted six on their web site.), creates unique menu offerings based upon local availability of ingredients.

Walking into this Charlottesville location of Sedona Taphouse, the ambiance was warm and welcoming with earthy greens, wood, and stone surrounding the diners. The bar area was quite large, and we were able to find two seats together without waiting (another plus for sitting at a bar—no wait time). One of the biggest eye-catchers of the restaurant was the extensive line of beer taps as well as chalkboard and TV screens listing the bottled craft beers alongside reviews. In fact, we happened to meet one diner from, of all places, Columbus, OH, taking pictures of the beer taps, boards, and screens because as he stated, “My buddies back home won’t believe me when I tell them, and I want proof!”

There were two cases of beer on either side of the tap–all with different types of craft beer and ciders.

Once seated, we met Ryan, our main bartender/waiter, for the evening.   As we chatted with Ryan, a young man preparing to enter chiropractic school, he handed us the menu. I had already viewed parts of the menu on-line; however, taking in the extensive list of gluten-free and gluten-free option dishes—including appetizers, salads, pastas, sides, wood grilled meat-based entrees, and various seafood dishes (hello, crab cakes)—well, I was stunned. Adding icing to the cake, literally and figuratively, was a gluten-free, flourless chocolate cake! (Oh, yes, you know I had my eye on that one immediately!) Needless to say, Ryan seemed accustomed to diners who experience difficulty deciding on the perfect meal. Furthermore, he was quite knowledgeable about the various dishes and patiently answered our questions.

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Ryan, our waiter for the evening, hard at work pouring a beer for a customer.

We happened to be visiting Sedona Taphouse on a Wednesday evening. We already knew it was their happy hour; which meant all appetizers were 50% off as well as several drink specials. What we did not realize was that it was “Wine-down Wednesday.” This special included a wine tasting of two featured wines near the entrance of the restaurant, discounted wine by the glass, as well as 50% off all bottled wines.

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Sedona’s Happy Hour Specials

Ultimately, we ended up beginning dinner with an appetizer of Chicken and Black Bean Tostada. Made with a scrumptious combination of tortillas, cheddar cheese, fresh pico, jalapenos, black bean salsa, cilantro, and sour cream, this was truly the perfect appetizer size for sharing—just enough to nosh and enjoy without filling up the stomach. For dinner, I chose another succulent appetizer, Spicy Thai shrimp served with fresh green beans and Napa cabbage, sautéed in a savory Thai sauce. Beside me, John enjoyed the Australian ‘Kobe Beef’ Sliders. These mini-sandwiches were made with Wagyu beef, Vermont Cheddar, house made sauce, and caramelized onions. They were served with a side of house made blue potato chips that they call, “blues.” Needless to say, John and I were in food heaven. And, yes, I did order that gluten-free Chocolate Decadence cake (I could only eat a small portion; it was that rich, and saved the rest for the next night.); whereas, John ordered the Salted Caramel Cheesecake—which he thoroughly enjoyed!

Chicken & Black Bean Tostada–clearly we sampled before this picture was taken!
Spicy Thai Shrimp–yep! I also sampled before thinking to take this picture!
Australian ‘Kobe Beef’ Sliders with a side of “blues–John has more restraint than me when it comes to remembering to photograph his food BEFORE sampling!

Needless to say, our experience was so positive at Sedona Taphouse, the menu was exceedingly extensive, and the service was outstandingly personal, that we returned the following night. Just as the night before, we returned during happy hour for food and drink discounts, and the place was packed! Fortunately for us, Ryan, was working again, and he quickly cleared two seats in order for us to join him at the bar.

Like a broken record, John and I split the same Tostado appetizer—it was that yummy. Then, after consulting with Ryan over various food choices—it was still as challenging a choice as the first night—I decided to try the Wood-grilled Salmon Asparagus Salad. This salad was filled with organic greens, asparagus, feta, walnuts, tomatoes, dried cranberries, and a house made lemon balsamic vinaigrette. Talk about delicious—even John, who claims not to like salmon, tasted my salad and was surprised by how much he like it! Meanwhile, John ordered the Prime Rib Sandwich made with sautéed mushrooms, caramelized onion, Fontana cheese, and horseradish sauce on an artisan roll. It was served with those tasty, salty, and perfectly crisp blue chips. John loved every delectable morsel.

Salmon Asparagus Salad for me!
John’s Prime Ribe Sandwich

Therefore, if you are ever in the Charlottesville, VA area, I highly recommend the Sedona Taphouse. We were treated to personal service, a kitchen open to customer modification of dishes, unbelievably scrumptious foods, and an extensive selection for those in need of gluten-free, heart-healthy, and/or other specific dietary needs. Plus, for those who enjoy “adult beverages”, the beer, wine, and drink varieties are wide-ranging. And, let’s not forget, this memorable dining venue serves up gluten-free Chocolate Decadence Cake!

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There were two cases of beer on either side of the tap–all with different types of craft beer and ciders.

 

 

 

Wait for me

by stephsimply, posted in Poetry, Simple Observations and Musings

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I am here to pick you up.

There, there, dry your eyes now;

My dear, baby girl.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I’ll be back after work.

There, there, dry your eyes now.

Daycare will be fun.

 

Maddie and her cousin, Johnny.
Maddie and her cousin, Johnny.
Maddie pictured at St. Paul Lutheran Preschool. She was in Ms. Megan’s and Ms. Wanda’s class.
Maddie pictured at the Lawrence County Early Childhood Development Center Daycare.

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I can see you’re hurt.

There, there, let me hold you for a while;

The cast won’t be forever.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I am trying to catch up with you.

There, there, something must be in my eyes.

I can see you’re eager to start school.

 

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Kindergarten Halloween party.
Maddie played Mother Goose in Kindergarten play
Mrs. Miller’s and Mrs. Hurbet’s Kindergarten class at St. Joseph Catholic School.
This was a typical Maddie pose–looking over her glasses.
Maddie’s Kindergarten school picture

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

It was night, and I was asleep.

There, there, close your eyes now.

It was only a bad dream.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

I know life isn’t fair.

There, there, it’ll get better;

Those boys won’t always be mean.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

The supply list is long.

There, there, we will find it all;

Middle school locker will certainly be full!

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

It will be fun, you’ll see.

There, there, hold your head high; and

Sashay your way across that  dance floor.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

No, really, I’m fine; just an allergy flare up.

There, there, your friends are waiting.

First day of high school just begun.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

How many dresses must be tried?

There, there, you’ll find the perfect one.

Dazzling as you take his arm for prom.

 

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

Oh, you know, my watery eyes.

There, there, your speech made me proud.

Golden cap and gown of graduation sounds.

 

John and Maddie just before graduation in May of 2017.

Wait for me, Sweetheart.

No, really, wait.

There, there, one more hug,

Before I must walk away.

 

Located on a mountain in Bethany, WV–Maddie’s new day “mountain” adventure awaits her at Bethany College.
Maddie and me at Bethany in the spring of 2017.

Waiting for you, Sweetheart.

I know you must soar solo.

There, there, the world is at your hands.

We’ll be right here, cheering on your journey!

John, Maddie, and me eating dinner together the night before a college visit to Bethany,

Dedicated to my daughter, Madelyn Clarice Hill

May the stars ever twinkle;

May the sun ever shine.

May your mind be ever open, but

May your feet be firmly planted.

May your soul be strong, and

May your heart be full of love.

 

Morning Crashes

by stephsimply, posted in Poetry, Simple Observations and Musings

Morning Crashes

Rising, rioting, reveling

Indigo first, pales slowly

Vivid cantaloupe and blood orange

Light emerges victorious

Splashing, sparkling, spooling

Gently caressing the shore

Calm after the storm’s

Angry, hungry face

Ebbing, emerging, emanating

Brilliant white light reflecting

Moving liquid glass

Tide returns to harmony

Darting, diving, drifting

Ducks play to and fro

Stormy or silky

Neither detract from the swim

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Swinging, swaying, swiveling

Blades of jade glistening

Petals of plum shimmering

Wet kissings of last night’s rain

Calling, chirping, crooning

Flights of dance

Chirrups from the branch

Twitters of early dawn

Various waterfowl off the Bay of Chaleur
Various waterfowl off the Bay of Chaleur
Various waterfowl on the Bay of Chaleur.

Crashing, colliding, clattering

Resonance in my head

Battle to breathe calmly

Be like the sea

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Imbuing, imparting, infusing

Sweetly aromatic space

Heady, rich perfume

Inhale deeply

Stretching, seeking, searching

Arms outstretched for the firmament

Cosmically small; still

I will try again

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Let’s have a cup of coffee

by stephsimply, posted in Simple Observations and Musings

My cousin, David’s, wife, Shannon, has an excellent blog entitled, “Glimpses of Heaven.”  Here is an article from her site that resonated with me.  It was her simple coffee/God metaphor that knocked my creative socks off!   Enjoy and check out her site!

Source: Let’s have a cup of coffee

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Just like the daily cup of coffee boosts your morning, time spent in daily communion with God is just as uplifting!

Welcome to My Blog! Sometimes we are so busy looking down, we forget where we are going

by stephsimply, posted in Herald-Dispatch Articles, Simple Observations and Musings

“Why are you starting a blog, Stephanie?” he asked me.

The question took me aback.  Why am I indeed? The simple and immediate answer was to add more beauty, positivity, and light into the world–which is absolutely true.  Yet,  I have been pondering that question ever since it was posed to me.  Then, after writing the following column for the Lawrence Herald section of The Herald Dispatch (Huntington, WV newspaper), I realized that I had, more or less, answered the question.  Therefore, I share this with you now, Dear Reader. I hope you will continue to follow along with me as I attempt to provide an alternative, albeit simple, narrative and musing regarding a few of the positive sides of life.

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Just as these flowers add beauty to its sandy surroundings, so too, do I want to add beauty in what is often perceived as an ugly world.

To be certain, what I offer in my writing are my lessons to learn and my inner truths; however, it is my hope that a few of these pieces will resonate with you, my Dear Readers.  For it what is a writer and her writings, without a reader? As I develop this website/blog, I hope you will decide to follow along as I learn and grow in the many lessons life offers me.  Further, I welcome your feedback, comments, and your observations on all of the simple truths abounding around us as we are all spiritual beings sharing this earthly experience called life.

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Just as my daughter recently gathered beautiful sea glass & stones from the detritus of the sea shore after a storm, so too, do I hope to gather beautiful lessons from the storms of life.

“Sometimes you’re too busy looking down that you forget to focus on where you’re going.”—Unknown

“My life is full of mistakes. They’re like pebbles that make a good road.”—Beatrice Wood

 

“Mommy, Mommy,” her doleful voice implored me out of a deep sleep.

At the time, my daughter, Madelyn, was a mere five years of age and had nearly completed her first year of Kindergarten. Throwing back my covers and walking into her room, there sat my tiny daughter on her knees in the middle of her bed, donned in pink, silky-like pajamas, blonde hair tousled about her head like the blue bird’s nest just recently crafted near our barn. Tears streamed down her impish red face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I took her in my arms.

“My test, my test. Mrs. Miller is going to be mad at me. I missed two questions.” She described with great solemnity two questions on the end-of-the-school year standardized test she was certain she had missed. I did not realize it at the time, but this was my daughter’s first real anxiety attack. I’m not sure how I should have handled it even now as I reflect back to that night. I simply tried to assure her that I was positive Mrs. Miller, her Kindergarten teacher, would not be upset with her; however, Maddie would not be consoled for the longest time period. Her young child’s heart was overflowing with grief.

When I spoke to Mrs. Miller the next day, she confirmed that Maddie had indeed missed the exact two questions she vividly described to me during the previous night. However, Mrs. Miller further added that she was fairly certain that Maddie had also earned the highest score in the class. Further, Mrs. Miller added she would try to help Maddie change the narrative in her head from, “I made a mistake,” to “Look how many questions I answered correctly.”

This story often enters my mind for a number of reasons—not the least of which is wondering if I could have prevented what Maddie would later come to name as her “worries.” Did I do something, or not do enough of something, to cause her anxiety. Where did I fall short as mom? Then, just like long-ago Maddie, I lose sight of all of the ways in which I loved and parented well; and instead, focus on all of my mistakes.

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My daughter, Madelyn, at her Kindergarten graduation.

Recently, my husband, John and I were hiking a beautiful trail in Virginia. This wooded path followed, and even crossed over, a meandering shallow, rocky river. Along the path were ethereal butterflies, dainty wildflowers, and the orchestral sound of waterfalls.

About half a mile or so into this peaceful hike, John and I encountered two other hikers. They were affable and engaging. After a few exchanges of pleasantries, they warned us of a snake sighting they had just experienced on the trail. Five or so minutes later, I realized the whole dynamic of our hike had changed—at least for me.   Instead of taking in all of God’s wonders around me, my head was continually down as I searched for snakes. I even initiated a discussion with John about how well snakes camouflage into their surroundings, acknowledging that what often looks like a stick or twig could be a snake.

There were so many butterflies on this day flitting about, but they were not hold still for a picture save this one.
We enjoyed the continuous sounds of musical waters.
Moorman’s trail is a well-marked path.

 

Both of these stories are such a metaphor for life, especially given our current cultural climate. How easy it is to become wrapped up in negative sound bites, trivialities, and short-lived dramas just as Maddie focused on questions missed, rather than questions answered correctly; and, I began searching for snakes, ignoring all the bountiful beauty along the mountainous, river trail. It often seems that our human nature has a tendency to overlook the numerous positives in life for which to be grateful, and instead, we drill down on the distraught, dire, and/or dreadful occurrences.

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A fire can be a tool of damage or a tool of light, depending upon both perception and use. Perhaps, we too, can be ignited from within–shedding a positive tool of light for others.

 

God created us in His image. Further, he fashioned this beautiful planet, brimming with abundant resources, magnificent sights, and numerous good people. Yes, indeed, there is evil in the world—just as there was in the story of the Garden of Eden. While identifying good from evil is an important skill, we must not forget the goal of our ultimate heavenly journey, and willingly lead others to this same light.

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Just as the moon illuminates the night time sky after a storm, so too, should we offer a positive light to others.

Therefore, it is my belief (although it remains very much a practice of which I must continually remind myself), that we have a choice. We can focus on what we perceive as personal mistakes; such as, so-called flaws of self, loved ones, and friends; or, perceived errors at a local/national/global level; or, we can be the flashlight for others, and ourselves—shining a beam on all the good that has been produced and can be accomplished. Each person can choose to fall into the trap of drama; or, instead, create an alternative narrative—not only for you, but also for others, just as Mrs. Miller attempted to do for my dear, distraught daughter all those years ago.

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Clearly, this plant is thriving regardless of its rocky surroundings–so too, can we!

I recently read a quote stated, “In today’s world of accelerating change and challenge, those who know how to pray must teach those who need to.” These words symbolically resonated within me—not that we need to literally go around offering to teach others how to pray (Although, perhaps, that might not be a bad thing.)—Rather, I believe those of us who can, should limit the amount of time focusing on the “wrongs” in the world; and instead, refocus on how we can create a positive impact.

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In order to see the rainbow, we must learn to weather life’s storms.

From forgiving yourself for so-called past mistakes, to appreciating the lesson(s) they taught you; from smiling and conversing with the poorly paid cashier at the local grocery store, to offering a prayer for that same person later in private; from taking time to listen to an anxiety-ridden friend fighting an incurable illness, to initiating or participating in a campaign to help fund research for that illness; from sending an, “I’m thinking of you,” text to a friend or family member, to writing a positive letter of “thanks” on social media regarding a business, school, local church, or even community leader that “got it right”—there are copious ways to offer an optimistic story. Just as a spotlight directs the audience’s focus in a dark theater, so too, can we offer light in an often dark world.

 

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Image from yoga_digest as found on Instagram.  It’s just too positive not to share!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Charlottesville, VA a historic and nature-centric place to visit

by stephsimply, posted in Herald-Dispatch Articles, Travels

“I read; I travel; I become.”—Derek Walcott

“Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.”—Ibn Battuta

If you know my husband, John and me, then you know we thoroughly love to travel. In fact, we’ve become pretty good at traveling on a budget. Traveling is such an expression of whom we are, that we may forego other so-called luxuries, such as, up-to-date electronic gadgets, home decor, a gloriously flowered front lawn, and so forth, in order to set aside money for traveling. Therefore, even though our daughter is about to begin her college journey, and we already had a family trip planned, John still suggested that we should take a short excursion to celebrate our 28th wedding.

In order to keep it within our budget, we decided to travel during the workweek as lodging prices are often cheaper Monday through Thursday. After talking with our brother-in-law, Tony Humphreys, we decided to visit historic and nature-centric Charlottesville, VA. John investigated various travel sights, including one of our favorites, VRBO (Vacation Rentals By Owners), in search of reasonably priced lodging. He was able to find an adorable studio apartment for us to rent for less than the cost of a hotel room. Therefore, we could take in food/snacks and make use of the well-stocked kitchen. Additionally, the owners provided a variety of coffees, teas, juice, and milk as well as linens, paper products, soaps, shampoos and so forth.

Our studio apartment was on the bottom right-hand side on the back of a home built in the 1830s.
The quaint kitchen greeted us as we entered–complete with a complimentary bottle of wine from the owners in honor of our anniversary.
Part of the studio apartment in which we stayed.
I loved this step between the kitchen and bedroom/living area because we could see visible evidence of the age of the home by the curve of the step!

The apartment was nestled inside and below a home built in the 1830s, and may have been servants’ quarters in a past time. We were less than five minutes from I-64, and one mile away from downtown Charlottesville. Additionally, the house was located near the Rivanna Trail, a 20-mile “urban wilderness” hiking trail, while its backyard bordered the Rivanna River, a 42.1 mile-long tributary of the James River. We were situated in what is called the Woolen Mills area, one of the oldest neighborhoods in Charlottesville that was developed around the Charlottesville Woolen Mill, which operated from the mid-1850s to the 1960s. Furthermore, three doors down from our place of stay was the historic Woolen Mills Chapel, built in the 1880s to provide a center for both ministry and meetings for the area; and, it continues to serve in the same capacity.

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Woolen Mills Chapel, still in use today.
The house was located alongside the Rihanna River

As we have visited the Charlottesville area on a number of occasions, usually from a historical perspective, we decided to explore the city, and beautiful area around it, with a fresh perspective. We began by taking advantage of the Woolen Mills neighborhood. Of the four days we were there, we took time out of three to explore, walk, and wander this charming, lush, and peaceful river area of town. From strolling along the banks of the Rivanna River, to visiting the historic church; from traversing through the neighborhood taking in the variety of architecture, to exploring our home owners expansive lawn/garden with numerous art pieces and sculptures created by the owner; and, from climbing a few local hills, to listening to a babbling brook that fed the Rivanna River—this was unique and pleasant area.

We stayed in the Woolen Mills Historic District.
Art found in the yard of the home in which we stayed as the owner was an artist.
Another sculpture in the yard created by the owner of the studio apartment in which we stayed.

 

We had hoped to fish, but that did not work out as I had neglected to pack the proper footwear for wading. However, we did talk to several locals who stated the Rivanna River was great for ultra light tackle action for bluegill, rock bass, largemouth bass, sunfish, crappie, and John’s favorite: smallmouth bass. Additionally, there is a local outfitter company, Rivanna River Company, with whom we spent time talking. This company offers boats and equipment, self-guided and guided adventures via kayaks, canoes, and tubes. However, given we were adhering to a budget-friendly excursion, we stuck to exploring the Rivanna River via the trail and riverbanks.

The “beach” area of Riverview Park alongside the Rihanna River
A mother and child wade the Rivanna River near the beach area of Riverview park.
We had hoped to fish the Rihanna River, but I had forgotten to bring the proper footwear to wade in a rocky Rivanna.

Located a short walk from our apartment was Riverview Park, a nice community area directly beside the Rivanna River. The park has a paved, one-mile walking loop, playground, picnic tables, canoe/kayaking launching/landing, and even a small, sandy beach area complete with a short boardwalk. Additionally, there is a trailhead jutting off from the walking path that allows visitors direct access to the Rivanna Trail. John and I thoroughly loved this area and made it a point to explore it twice during the morning hours, including a ten-mile hike/walk one day.

Rihanna River Trail access from the neighborhood park
Dainty flowers along the Rihanna River Trail.
So many beautiful river lilies along the Rihanna River trail.
The Rihanna River as seen from the Rivanna River trail.

Within a 10-15 minute drive, was the Historic Pedestrian Downtown Mall. We spent one afternoon ambling along and around this eight-block business area that also happens to be one of the longest pedestrian malls in the United States. Within the mall’s picturesque, redbrick pathways, lined with sprawling oak trees, is an eclectic mix of restored and renovated buildings, including a hands-on Virginia Discovery Museum for children, movie theaters, Charlottesville Visitor Center, and concert pavilion. Additionally, there are more than 120 shops as well as 30 restaurants, many, we noticed, with outdoor dining. Plus, for those interested, there is a bus running (for free) every 30 minutes between the mall and the historic University of Virginia for those inclined for more sight-seeing adventures.

Historic Charlottesville Pedestrian Mall is lined with red bricked and loaded with shops, local eateries, a museum, pavilion, Welcome Center, and a free bus running between the mall and UVA.
This map gives you an idea of how expansive Charlottesville Pedestrian Mall is.
Additional history to the Charlottesville Pedestrian Mall

Our last full day in Charlottesville was spent meandering along the Sugar Hollow area and hiking the Moorman’s River trail outside of the charming and quaint town of Crozet, VA.   This beautiful 5.0-mile path has a 460-foot elevation gain. However, the well-marked trail possesses such a gradual grade that we did not particularly feel as if we were hiking uphill until we noticed the ease with which we traipsed on the return.   The path follows a rocky, shallow spring that feeds into the Moorman River. Depending upon the water level and amount of recent rains, there may be several visible waterfalls and swimming hole. During our visit, the waterfalls were not per se prominent, but the swimming hole certainly appeared to be a popular spot.   Even without spectacular waterfalls, John and I never tired of the sound of babbling waters.

Moorman’s trail is a well-marked path.
Babbling waters accompany hikers on this trail.
Trailhead sign found about 0.5 miles away from parking area.

Lastly, no trip would be complete without tasty food; and we certainly had overall positive dining experiences while in Charlottesville. One travel trick we have learned to keep expenses low is not to dine out for breakfast and lunch. Then, for dinner, choose restaurants with happy hour specials for food and drinks. Additionally, with the help of Trip Advisor, we are able to find copious dining venues not only with excellent happy hour deals, but also offering a variety of gluten-free choices, a consideration for my personal dietary needs. Two such restaurants John and I would highly recommend when visiting the Charlottesville, VA area are the Sedona Taphouse and Travinia, an Italian Kitchen and Wine Bar.

Sedona Taphouse, a restaurant in which offered plenty of tasty offerings, including a plethora of gluten-free choices.
John’s rare burger and mac n’ cheese at Sedona.
My grilled salmon salad at Sedona.
The bar overlooked the patio at Trivania Italian Kitchen.
Rustic, tomato based gluten free pasta

 

Overall, our trip to Charlottesville was positive, pleasant, and peaceful. Needless to say, we highly recommend this engaging, educational, and entertaining area of Virginia near the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains. For more specifics on our hiking adventures, dining experiences, and more photos please visit my website/blog stephsimply.com

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Ravens Rock Trail, Portsmouth, OH

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

            “But the love of adventure was in father’s blood.”—Buffalo Bill

           “Only one who wanders finds a new path.”—Norwegian Proverb

As a young girl, one of my favorite events was a Sunday afternoon hike with my dad, Larry Musick. Dad would gather part or all of us kids. (Counting me, there were four kids in my family, of which, I was the oldest.) This most often occurred, as best I can recall, on fall or mild winter days. Once bundled up, we traipsed out into our back yard and headed up a petite hill to what we referred to as the “back road.”

The back road was really a long right-of-way dirt path to the property behind our neighborhood street. The Broughton family owned most of the hillside behind one side of our neighborhood, and had a farm just beyond the top of our cul-de-sac street. They were a quiet family who mostly kept to themselves, but had given Dad permission to hike their property from time to time.

Dad, as I recall, was never in a hurry with us when we hiked, and he was especially patient. We could pile leaves together and jump in them if we wanted, or swing on a vine hanging from trees, and then, bravely jump off. He’d talk to us about the different types of trees, nuts, birds, animal tracks, leaves, and so forth. Sometimes, on rare moments, he could convince us to be quiet, so we could learn to hear God’s voice whistling and whispering to us amongst those rolling hills.

I recall on a couple of walks, we seemed to get “lost,” but if Dad was worried, he never let on to us. In fact, these “lost-times” were often the best hikes because that was when we discovered, in my overactive kids imagination, magical places. Once or twice, we ran across a group of family tombstones so old the writing was weathered and unreadable. I felt certain, in my child’s heart, the buried family had been brave pioneers who had withstood a number of Indian attacks. Another time or two, we encountered the hearth and foundation of what appeared to have once been a tiny home. My imagination would be stirred once more, and I could vividly envision my childhood storybooks for which this home might have been the setting.

My point is this—I found peace during those times– I could not have articulated it then, but I was developing a profound sense of Divine communion when I was out exploring on those wooded hill hikes of long ago. Just as from a tiny acorn, a mighty, deeply rooted oak can grow, so too, was a seed planted within me during those hikes. Even now, at age 51—I feel deeply rooted and simultaneously awe-inspired when I spend in nature.

Recently, I had the pleasure to join my Dad on a hike in honor of Father’s Day, but I’m not sure if it was a gift to him or a gift to me! The original plan was to hike and/or visit what we call, “High Rock,” the towering overlook above Ohio 52 near Hanging Rock. However, we discovered that access is now denied as we encountered a “No trespassing” sign. Therefore, we had to give up that notion, and quickly come up with an alternative.

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My dad, Larry Musick, about half-way up trail pictured in what I referred to as the “Rock Garden.”
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Dad at the top of the ridge, just before walking onto Ravens Rock.
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This sign is so small. No wonder I have driven past this trail head repeatedly and never noticed it.

In keeping with the hike-with-a-view theme, we formed an alternate plan to hike Ravens Rock trail, a suggestion from my husband before we left home. Haven’t heard of it? Neither had we, but Dad and I decided it was worth a try.

Located directly across from the Shiners’ Lodge and Portsmouth West schools, I have literally driven past Ravens Rock trailhead on numerous occasions and never knew it existed. In fact, it wasn’t until 1996 that this land, that includes three arches formed from Mississippian sandstone, became an official nature preserve. In fact, due to the vulnerability of the cliff community and the rigorousness of the trail, hikers are only allowed to explore this path with a permit. This was not hard to obtain, as we simply had to drive a bit past Ravens Rock and follow the signs to Shawnee State Park Lodge to the Shawnee Parks Office, just before the lodge, and apply for a free permit there. Additionally, permits can be obtained on-line.

Dad and I had the perfect day—at least as far as summer hiking goes. It was cloudy and breezy, a bit humid, but not too hot. It wasn’t until after the hike that I learned that Dad and I had ascended approximately 500 feet on this winding, steep, but well marked trail. Additionally, I also later learned that the path is lined with blackjack oak trees—a potentially threatened tree species in Ohio. Likewise, the state endangered, small-flowered scorpion weed can also be viewed along this trail; and, while I did not spy this flower along the path, I did observe several varieties of minute flowering plants dancing in the breeze.

Based upon what we read before our hike, as well as information we read on a sign at the top of the trail, Native Americans, such as Shawnee scouts, once used the rock as a lookout in search of European settlers. These settlers traveled by flat boats on the Ohio River and could be seen from this high rock; and thus, the Indians could then launch attacks in an attempt to keep the white settlers out of the Ohio territory.

In fact, one legend, (though there are many variation) credits Native Americans for naming the rock as it supposedly looks like a raven with outstretched wings. As previously mentioned, there are three natural arches, with the largest spanning 10-15 feet long, depending upon the source cited, and 14 inches wide at it most narrow point.

The trail to reach the high bluff is 1.5 miles long—which doesn’t sound too bad—until you realize it’s all ascending. Nonetheless, it is quite doable for all levels of healthy hikers. Furthermore, once you arrive at the top, it is well worth the “uphill battle” (pun-intended).

I immediately exclaimed to Dad that this was a double-high-five view as we took our first glance of the expansive, and spectacular panorama. In fact, I felt downright giddy as we gazed out over the Portsmouth/Ohio River Valley area. We could see sprawling fields, the Ohio River snaking through the valley, and layer upon layer of hills across the river in Kentucky.   To the left side was the beautiful, cabled Portsmouth bridge, to the right was the quilted patchwork of farmland, directly below us were the new Portsmouth West schools, and above us, well, I am pretty sure I could have tickled God’s beard if I had jumped—of course that may just be a slight exaggeration. Dad and I sat down and remained seated for 20 or so minutes just soaking the goodness from below and above. Funny, how a change in perspective can alter your view—literally and figuratively.

 

For those with curiosities, like my Dad and me, you can certainly explore a bit at the top.   However, we HIGHLY recommend hikers exercise great care and caution if choosing to do this. Dad and I felt like we were on a giant, natural jungle gym for adults as we climbed, photographed, and investigated the magnificent rocky area.

Dad and I agreed; Ravens Rock is a hiking gem. It is a trail we would highly recommend, no matter the season. It is certainly worth the drive and the climb.

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Dad and I agreed; We would definitely recommend Ravens Rock trail!

Sometimes we must quiet ourselves, look inward to find the right path

by stephsimply, posted in Herald-Dispatch Articles

“Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.”—Coco Chanel

          “A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that’s unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.” Ludwig Wittgenstein

As I stepped out of our car and into the garage, I immediately noticed the twittering of a bird. This was not, necessarily, an unexpected sound during the month of June with the garage door open. Chirp, chirp, chirp–it was a frantic sort of cry. Chirp, chirp, chirp–the sound became more rapid, more insistent. Chirp, chirp, chirp—why was this sound so loud? Something nagged at my subconscious until my full attention came to rest on the source of this sound.

A small bird was in our garage. How long had it been here, I mused? I had left the garage door open while I ventured to the grocery store as my husband, John, remained home. It was perched on a shelf close to the ceiling directly opposite of the open door. Watching it, I noticed it fly upwards, hit its head on the ceiling, and alight once more on the shelf.   Next, it flew towards the wide garage door, but instead of banking down and left, it zoomed upward and right; then plopped down in seeming frustration on top of the garage door.

Tittering its complaints even louder, it burst into flight towards the narrow side door. By this time, John had stepped out into the garage and quickly opened this door in anticipation of the bird’s exit. Instead, our little winged friend mounted upwards and hit its head against the doorframe. Flittering in a dazed like fashion, it managed to make it back to the opposite side of the garage to that ceiling-high shelf once more. John dashed around the garage waving his arms, hooting, and saying things like, “Fly this way bird.” The bird attempted, several more times in fact, its urgent callings, miscalculations, and repeated banging of its head just above doors of escape.

John then opened the other garage bay door. Surely now, with three open doors, our mournful, anxious sounding bird could successfully escape the walls of our garage. Alas, no. Chirping lugubriously for an escape, it took full flight towards the newly opened door. Hope ballooned within my chest for this stressed creature of God, but then faded with an exhale as the bird mounted upwards, instead of gliding low, and came to roost upon the top of this door where it remained, appearing to surrender.

Meanwhile, John and I carried in groceries; however, because of the heat on the outside, and the air conditioning on the inside, a vexing fly worked its way into the house. As I put away groceries, it kept banging itself again one window and another. I would try to shoo it towards the back door while simultaneously opening the door, only for the insect to veer upwards at the last minute, missing the open door. What was wrong with these flying creatures? Then, the lesson hit me as Divine Providence was once again providing me with an object lesson.

I think back to one of my earliest dates with John. We were in a parking garage trying to exit it through a glass door. We could clearly see our destination on other side, yet the more we pushed the door, the more firm it held. Were we to be trapped in this garage forever? John pushed. I pushed. Why was this door locked? I pushed. John pushed. We pushed together. Pausing, we looked into one another’s eyes filled with questions of what to do.   Finally, it occurred to John to pull inward, instead of push outward, and the door opened easily.

As humans, so often we push and push under the illusion that we can control—control a situation, control our destiny, control another, and so forth. And yet, in all honesty, we are in control of very little. It is only when we relinquish control, look inwardly, and get quiet that we can hear the answers, the directions, and the solutions in whatever human situations we may find ourselves. Attempting to control an outcome, another human being, or a certain situation never works in the end. Ultimately, we can only control our own behaviors, actions/reactions, or words; and, we make the best choices when we take that inward gaze, allowing God to guide us. It is only when we put our full trust in God, that our direction, acceleration, and flight can be fully guided—but only our own—not that of others.

This was a hard and profound lesson as I witnessed the stunned bird, sitting motionless on top of the very door in which it could make its escape. Every now and then I would peek at this bird as it remained sitting, chest heaving, but voice now quiet. Had it given it up, or was it going inward to its earliest teachings with Mamma bird? Away I would walk, saying a prayer for the bird, and trying to ignore the pesky fly banging repetitively at the back door window. How many times have I witnessed loved ones, including myself, in a similar situation as that bird and fly? What a life metaphor.

Throughout my various positions in life, how many times have I tried to control another person or a certain outcome? Additionally, how many times have I tried to force something to happen in my own life without meditating on whether it was aligned with what I know to be true and right at my core? Further, how many times have I fretted over the behaviors, or circumstance of another, wishing these would change—wondering how I could change it? From war to politics, from drugs to poverty, from seemingly poor choices of friends to anxieties of loved ones, and so on, I must let it all go.

Instead, I must put into practice a saying I have often said to students of all ages in some variation: “You take care of you, that’s a full time job.” Life is not for me, or anyone else, to judge, push, and attempt to control. Instead, we must trust in Divine Providence, look inward, honor what we know to be true for self, and allow doors to open in Universal time—not ours.

Stepping out into the garage an hour or so later, I took in the bird, still poised on top of that garage door. Moments later, the birds wings defied inertia, gave lift, and accelerated swiftly, pitched right and slightly down, then soared, defying gravity and lifted out into the June afternoon never to be seen again.