Imagine, Dream, Achieve

It’s that time of year where all the children head back to school (at least ours anyway).

My goodness the summer went fast.

I took a few minutes to get some quick shots of the girls. Luckily, there is a school nearby (not the one they go to) that captured the essence of their youth and the thrill of new adventures.

Imagination is more important than knowledge.
-Albert Einstein

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
– Eleanor Roosevelt

If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it, I know I can achieve it.
-Jesse Jackson

Do not fear mistakes. You will know failure. Continue to reach out.
-Benjamin Franklin

First say to yourself what you would be;
and then do what you have to do.

Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.
-Martin Luther King, Jr

Laugh often,
Dream big,
Reach for the stars!

To my first grader, third grader, and college freshman…

Happy First Day of school!!

Nature’s Sunshine

“Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, And life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light”

-Eugenio Montale

I think Sunflowers are nature’s sunshine. They bring forth a gasp of joy to see them soaring over the pruned and the trimmed.

Look! Sunflowers!

When I look at them I do get crazed, not just for their long-standing love of light, but for my very own love of LIFE.

If sunflowers were like daisies, I would count the petals on each one and give thanks for every love I hold in my heart.

Kinda like this…..

I love the sun…..watching it rise……watching it set. All the colors, a brilliant painting in the sky, every morning, and every night. The colors display violent orange endings, and bright pink new beginnings. There is hope, because the sun says….I am one true thing. I will rise every day. And even on cloudy days, I will be waiting for the storm to pass.

I love the feel of the wind whipping up from the shore. My face presses against it and my hair wraps around it. It makes me feel refreshed and revived. The wind knows no boundaries, it only wants to soar. I want to soar with it, and rise up, high above in wild abandon.

I love the first sip of coffee in the morning. The warmth that travels down and settles deep. A constant comfort I can count on to begin my day. It lifts me up and holds me tight. It is my first hug every morning from the inside out.

I love the feel of soft fluffy fur. The grunting sounds of puppy sleep. The happy prances of uncontainable happiness – at dinner, at greetings, or at anything really. Their fuzzy cuddles at night, and their constant adoration, so full of loyalty, and gratefulness. It is unchanging. If I had my dog’s life, I would know every secret of the soul – simplicity in action.

I love holding hands as I fall asleep at night. The touch of a loved one that says…..I am here. Hold onto me. Never let go, just rest. I slumber into sweet sleep knowing……I am safe……I am loved.

I love the beauty of nature. God’s touch in a gorgeous canvas of color and light. A landscape of wonder and design. The careful work of the pollinating bee. The curve of the flower’s lovely stem. The ripple of newness made from oldness, in a way that continues on, and on – just like life, and just like love.

Don’t forget to count your loves, even if you don’t have a sunflower.

Photos by Angelia. Taken at Veterans Park in Arlington, Tx. If you like the photos…please like my Photography page.

Skirting my Mountain

Have you ever been faced with difficulty in your life? You wonder…..why can’t this be easier? Why can’t I make the right decisions? What am I learning here?

It’s like you have your own personal mountain to climb.

And there are ROADS to led you there.

And there are beautiful sights along the way.

Dainty blossoms that call for you attention.

Prairie buds that peak your interest, and make you wonder about the beginning, and the end.

Anything to take your mind off CLIMBING a mountain – even if it is your mountain.

It stands before you. Waiting for your journey to begin. Waiting to show you why it is hard to reach the top.

But all the while……

Your strength is weak, and rather than fail, you admire the road to the top and continue to skirt AROUND your mountain.

Enjoying the sights.

Basking in the beauty of the land.

Enthralled over the creatures that live here.

And you want to live here too. Safe and secure in your gorgeous surroundings. Feet on solid ground. Refreshed and holding on to ALL your energy.

But your mountain is calling you.

And the only way to enjoy ALL that you have around you… to make your way up. No matter how you have to go…..the easy way, or scaling the side.

So you go….you conquer… give in to the task. You reach, and you reach, and you reach.

Every fiber of your being goes into this task. This task YOU must conquer, and conquer alone.

You make the climb to the top.

James 1:2-4 Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

Only then, can you see a vastly different landscape than your view from the ground. You can see the expanse of your dreams to the horizon and beyond.

Your laboring breath, and fatigued body is nothing short of miraculous. And, oh how proud your are, of the joys your journey has brought you to and through.

It’s all beneath you now. And can be appreciated in all its glory.

Yes, the sights below are astounding, but it is nothing like the vista from the peak.

“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.” – Edmund Hillary

Photos by Angelia’s Photography – taken at Mount Scott, Oklahoma.