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Post by caressa on Aug 28, 2010 9:05:40 GMT -5
Love this reading. It affirms what I learned early in recovery. It is alright to just be. So much of my mixed messages and so many of my old tapes are a result of my childhood. Yet when I look back, I am asked to go to a place where I see as a safe place, it was the farm. The place I couldn't wait to leave and wish I had it to go back to. Those quiet times, even those stollen in the old outhouse when I was hiding from chores. Or the times in the hay loft of in the bins of grain, never mindful back then of allergies and dust, just the feedom of the moment and just hanging out. Sometimes they were grasped because they were few and far between mainly because farming takes work. As many times as I may have complained, I can't think of anythng better than being ot in the fields picking wild strawberries. There is nothing to beat a wild strawberr pie. Like all good things good for me, it took lots and lots of work to get enough for the finished product. How sad we can't take the time when it happens and only find the goodness of what we truly had by looking back in hindsight. I feel so blessed to be able to see those moments in today and learn to live them and not run from them. eor.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=spuds&thread=9547
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Post by BW on Aug 28, 2010 19:26:46 GMT -5
Oh wow..does that bring back memories..I too am a country girl...I long for the country..always have...probably always will..Since moving here something is diffinetly missing in my life. The noise of traffic, the air base, is so disturbing I struggle with "just being"...I'm constantly hearing my first sponsor saying to me.."Grow where you're planted" but I so long for the quiet solitude of the country living I had had and the serenity spots I had found in Califrnia and cann't help but feel trapped here. The few times I can get to the mountains, which is so seldom, I don't want to leave.
It is only in those remote places where I do not struggle with turning off the clamour of the mind and the chaos of the world to commune with God and "JUST BE" and I can hear the harmony of God's orchestra of the wind in the trees and the chirp of the birds and the music in the babbling brooks and see more of God's artistic coloring in the hills and trees. Oh the longing in my heart...Now I'm going to cry...
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Post by SunnyGirl on Aug 28, 2010 19:59:50 GMT -5
((((( Caressa & Fluttering )))))
Thank you both for your wonderful shares....
I find happiness all around me, simple things bring me great pleasure. Heck, it brings a smile to my face when a neighbor waves and says "how's it going with you and Honey".
I am happy alone and I am happy when I have company. I am happy that my children love and appreciate me for who I am and not what I can do for them.
I don't have to be on the go, if fact I enjoy my own company.... I don't want to isolate myself as interaction with the outside world helps keep me balanced.
Peace on the journey, SG
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Post by caressa on Aug 29, 2010 0:09:52 GMT -5
Hamilton has trees. That is what saved my sanity when I left the farm. It may be called the Steel City, and have polluted air and water in the bay, but it does have trees along the streets, parks, and I have a wonderful view of the bay which makes for good scenery on a sunny day. Wouldn't want to be on one because I can't swim and I can get sea sick in a bathtub, but they sure look peaceful and awesome when they are sailing along in the breeze.
I think that is what recovery is all about. Me being able to be alone with me.
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Post by SunnyGirl on Aug 30, 2010 14:15:55 GMT -5
Vegas has palm tree's going down the center of the famous strip and I think they're ugly.... I can just see your streets lined with these big shade trees, they must have a beautiful calming affect. Hugs, SG
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