Author: Anne Doyle
A scruffier side
On My Walks
My walk today was W -I-N-D-Y!! The leaves swirled around newly plucked from their branches. And a carpet of their compatriots who had fallen before them lay upon the grass dazzling in their autumnal shades.
Still warm, it was a an absolutely spectacular morning to be outside. The sun was bright, the sky was clear. The colors were intense under that true blue sky.
What a blessing to be out and about today…
Looking up
Prayers in unexpected places
Textures
Trinity in the garden
But did the wish come true?
What’s hiding in there?
Words
Today is former President Jimmy Carter’s birthday. These are his words:
“A strong nation, like a strong person, can afford to be gentle, firm, thoughtful, and restrained. It can afford to extend a helping hand to others. It is a weak nation, like a weak person, that must behave with bluster and boasting and rashness and other signs of insecurity.”
Guess who’s coming to dinner?
Words
“Words are medicine too….Words can harm…just as the wrong medicine can harm. But words can also heal.”
Even the smallest utterance is an encouragement and an invitation to respond. Our words open intricate channels of relationship. Each time we speak, our words are alive with energy. Every word that passes our lips, every phrase and sentence we utter, has power. The words you share with me touch my brain, affect my mind, and help shape my soul. Your sentences and gestures, the tone of your voice, the language you choose—all carry the potential for healing and growth.
—Souls in the Hands of a Tender God, Craig Rennebohm with David Paul, 2008
Up close and personal with bark
On My Walks
Today I got caught walking twice and both times my across-the-street neighbor spied me. He had a good excuse to be out since he was walking his big dog. I was just rambling for the pure fun and health of it. Okay, those are good excuses too.
It was pretty funny actually since the first time I had stopped en route to the trail to put a bowl full of refuse into our experimental compost can in the garage. When he walked by I was stirring the contents with a shovel. I must have looked like a witch stirring my cauldron. The second time he saw me out on the trail and I was nose to nose with a giant pine tree taking close-up photos of the bark.
I acknowledged that I was up to some rather unusual activities, laughed awkwardly and went about my picture snapping. He said he had wondered why I was shoveling the contents of our garbage can, then asked me if I had seen the bark on a tree much further up the trail. It sounded interesting and I should get up there.
So all in all it was a good day. I got in two walks, some good photos, a tip on some interesting bark…and very likely a reputation as eccentric.










