Monday, March 12, 2012

On, In, and Around Mondays: The Unfolding Day

Bud, royal

The trees are bare against the sky, and they lean across the back road, as if reaching to one to another across the gap. I remember driving this lane with my grandmother over twenty years ago, and suddenly time feels as if it's peeling back. I get this odd sensation that I am returning to something.

My car faces South, keeps making its way down the winding road, until I come to a place near the river, with its old trees, sprawling landscape, view of the mountains on the other side. I will spend hours here today, though I don't know it yet—hours unfolding my imagination, but not in a way I can actually comprehend. I feel, quite literally, as if I have entered a state of no-thoughts, just sound and vision and slow movement, and, finally, sitting for a long time.

Along the way I find things. A field of snowdrops. Furry buds on trees. They ask nothing of me, but I give them something silent, something unnamed.

Snowdrop Fields

Near the river, I listen to susurrations. The water's constant shhh, shhh, shhh, to the shore. The windy sound of trains passing. A woman telling her friend about the bride who wore fairy wings over her wedding dress. And another woman telling a man, "Next year we'll be real people."


I am unfolding inside, not sure if what I am finding is wings, or a landing place. Not sure if I am wrapped in Imagination or Reality.

The sun begins to set. I feel I have been waiting for someone, real or imagined. I think of my grandmother and how strongly and beautifully she made her way in this world. I wonder, as the water reflects last light, if I have been waiting for me.

Bud on blue

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Anonymous kd sullivan said...

I wish I had been with you...sounds magical and lovely...but then if I had been with you the mystery of aloneness would have been absent.

8:44 AM  
Anonymous kendal said...

unfolding and finding....i always wonder where i've been when i find me like that. beautiful.

8:48 AM  
Blogger Laura said...

I some strange way, is finding wings and a place to land the same mystery? Two parts of the whole?

This is such a beautiful unfolding.

9:02 AM  
Blogger Joe Pote said...

There is something about spending a day in a place filled with childhood memories. And there is something about spending day enoying the sounds of wind and water.

Somehow, God seems to use these things to anchor our souls.

Or, maybe, the purpose is to fill us with a longing...a sense of homesickness for the home we have yet to see...

9:24 AM  
Blogger Lisa notes... said...

Hmm...pondering the unfolding in my own life these days...

Your words always speak for my own soul too. Thank you.

10:47 AM  
Anonymous Jody @Three Way Light said...

wow...just to read this phrase, "Near the river, I listen to susurrations. The water's constant shhh, shhh, shhh, to the shore"..... I can HEAR it. Makes me want to be more attentive in my own listening.
so beautiful.

10:53 AM  
Blogger Shanda said...

I love those moments, or hours. In reality , I long for them as they do not come often enough. God speaks through nature and mystery: finding a place to land or a place to find wings.

11:48 AM  
Anonymous kingfisher said...

The photos of the fuzzy spring tree budlets are exquisite. So glad you had a peaceful time of sensing the God who made a wonderful, delightful creation to give us pause to both wonder and delight.

The Lord be with you today and may you find his presence, and the riches of his grace, in both the quiet times and in the mundane routines.

12:04 PM  
Anonymous kingfisher said...

I posted my link to share with On, In, and Around Mondays. But it didn't "take" directly. Says the page doesn't exist. Also gives the option of the home page, and that one does work.

12:15 PM  
Anonymous Alyssa Santos said...

I felt a fairy as I read along the beauty in the lines, flitting and landing here and there on wings of gossamer -- I love this bit of reality within the journey of imagination-

1:21 PM  
Blogger diana said...

I long for a day like that. Increasingly difficult in retirement, believe it or not - because I am seldom alone anymore. Thank you for writing this down so exquisitely.

How I hope my grandchildren can say the same thing about me someday.

1:27 PM  
Anonymous Love Letters from Shaddai said...

"entered a state of 'no thoughts'" - and where you senses just collect everything and you marinate in where you are! I like living like that - and then later, I can sort through what I found.

1:33 PM  
Blogger Megan Willome said...

I think you have been waiting for you. And you are finding yourself where you always do ... outside.

2:36 PM  
Blogger Theresa Miller said...

The scene sounds heavenly and this unfolding beautiful.

2:42 PM  
Blogger Laurie Collett said...

Thanks so much for the beautiful writing and photos -- I feel like I shared this experience with you!

5:10 PM  
Anonymous Dolly@ Soul Stops said...

so glad that you took the time to unfold and discover beauty...without and within :)

5:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i think it's good to just "wing it" now and then.

7:14 PM  
Blogger Jean Wise said...

ooo You make me hungry for spring.. Love your words this morning

9:36 AM  
Anonymous Simply Darlene said...

Miss LL, your piece is lovely. Nothing much is budding here on account of the blizzard we had yesterday.

Mine recent piece, not so much lovely, but it's creative and spunky, so that's gotta count for something. (somewhere and for someone). Anyway, my linky-do-dad didn't work because my link name is too long. So here it is.


10:38 AM  
Blogger Pamela said...

I love the unfolding, that quiet place where dreaminess and possibility merge into beautiful thoughts.

4:39 PM  

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