Monday, April 5, 2010

Simple Gifts

As I strolled through Bird-in-Hand last Wednesday, I was impressed by the Amish way of life.   These people have literally separated themselves from all worldly influences, and continue to dedicate everything to their families,  and their religion.  They live simply; archaically by today's standards.   However, the sky was wide, the fields were lush, and I sensed a different kind of happiness in the offing.  
I was shocked as cars and heavy trucks whizzed through the quiet town road, completely disrupting the serenity.  It was as though these vehicles typified much of the modern world: rushed, loud, and rude. 
Although I don't think I'll ever cut off my electricity or ask my parents for a horse and buggy,  I came away with a greater appreciation for the unembellished moments.  In my own way, I can dedicate myself to family and religion.  And I, too, can gain joy through the simple things, the simple gifts.

During the visit, a beautiful song from my childhood resurfaced in my mind.  

Simple gifts
Tis the gift to be simple,
'tis the gift to be free,
'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.
To turn, turn will be our delight,
'Til by turning, turning we come round right
'Tis the gift to be loved and that love to return,
'Tis the gift to be taught and a richer gift to learn,
And when we expect of others what we try to live each day,
Then we'll all live together and we'll all learn to say,


'Tis a gift to have friends and a true friend to be,
'Tis the gift to think of others not to only think of "me",
And when we hear what others really think and really feel,
Then we'll all live together with a love that is real.

Lyrics by Joseph Brackett, Jr.

Click here for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's rendition

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Spring Break

I cannot believe how much has taken place in one short week!  Less than a week in fact. Since last  Wednesday I:
Visited Bird-in-Hand, an Amish settlement.
Ventured to Hershey, PA, took the official chocolate tour, and walked the streets of Lancaster.  (A lopsided, but still lovely view from our hotel window in Lancaster).

Visited the grounds of Valley Forge.
Fell in love with Philadelphia, and its Historic District.
Trailed through one of the most incredible art museums, and stood entranced in a comprehensive Picasso gallery.
Climbed to one of the most beautiful vantage points in West Virginia.
...And got stuck in a cave!

More to come!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Walk

   Today I went for a stroll.  Now you can come along too!  
I couldn't leave without filling up on a good old PB&J.  After apples and hot chocolate,  PB&J's rank in my top list of comfort foods ( followed successively by clementines, gummy vitamins, and OJ).
It's such a beautiful day!   Buds are blooming every which way, and the landscape wavers precariously between a soggy sort of Autumn, and a premature Spring.
Even the topiary looks especially green!  I never would have thought I would be the neighbor with the spirally topiaries in their yard.  I guess I'm redefining myself.
Onward.
As I leave our neighborhood, I  consider the robot veterans who appear to have escaped their gated community mothership.
Mail's been low lately.  I'm simply terrible with snail mail, but at least I have The Week magazine to look forward to... every week, in fact.
Looking both ways...
Yet several cars are honking quite agressively at me.  What am I doing wrong??

I distance myself from the drivers, and step into a more fielded pathway.  Deer tracks abound! 

I'm lost in thought until suddenly I hear squelching beneath my feet. Looks like I've run into some flooding, whatever could be the cause?

I locate the stream and track it straight to the source:
An exposed pipe! 
As I move into rougher territory, the grasses scratch my legs.  I jump as cats and birds leap from under me, yowling and screeching.
Do Not Enter sign?  Great, let's cross right here.

As the woods thicken...
I reach my destination.
It's a lonely park.
But one that is full with artistic potential. The yellow moss was simply inspiring, and I must return!
But for now I wave goodbye.
And commence the trek back home.