Fall – It’s That time of Year

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It’s that time of year

When the trees begin to drop their

Thick coats of leaves

And we don our coats of warmth.


It’s that time of year

When birds gather together

And swoop and swarm

In graceful acrobatic motions

Practicing for their long

flight south.


It’s that time of year

When pumpkins turn orange

On the vine

And wait in frosty anticipation

To be taken home

To become Jack O Lanterns.


It’s that time of year

When the earth settles down

And prepares for the  long

Winter sleep ahead

As Fall sings a lilting lullaby

In the cool autumn breezes.


It’s that time of year

When Summer waves a warm good bye

And Autumn arrives

In her  colorful

coat of many colors

And a cool frosty kiss.


It’s that time of year.

Soul Love

Love will warm an ice cold soul

And break apart the frozen deep.

Love will melt the icy blocks of loneliness

And sooth the chills of shivering sleep.


In a soul as cold as ice

When love comes into the equation

The ice will melt in broken tears

Of happiness or elation.


Love will take the coldest soul

Amd warm it to it’s core

Love will melt the icy chains of prison

And free the soul to sour.


Love will calm the storm within

And give peace to a soul in stress.

Love will take a weary restless soul

And sooth the tiredness.


With  a restless tired soul

When love comes into the equation.

Love will give the sorrowful soul

Contentment or jubilation.


Love will calm the restless soul

And restore in it, tranquility.

Love will fill  the empty  soul

With peace and harmony.



For in each soul, there is a longing

To be loved and to be living.

Love warms and comforts and soothes the soul

And gives the soul a reason.

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Falls Colors

100_3000In a coat of splendid colors

And a halo of red sunsets

Fall dances in on the wings of summers blue dragonflies.


With the brush of cool air

Fall rustles through the trees

Painting green leaves  in hues of red, yellow and orange.


With a chillful murmur

Fall settles to the ground

Dusting the green grass with frosty ice .


And in the shadows of the harvest moon

Amongst the plump orange pumpkins

Fall waits in colorful anticipation…


For the first icy snowflakes of 


Stress and me

 It’s been weeks since I’ve blogged. Not for lack of not wanting or having soomething to write but from the low of being stressed out.

These past few months have been stressful months with worries about finances, health, children and life in general. It’s amazing how stress can play such a big role in your life and what it can do to a person.  Honestly I am a very easy going person and not too much phases me, but I don’t know if it is because I am getting older or that everything happened all at once that stress took hold of me and didn’t want to let go.  And there were times these past few months I felt myself balancing at the precipice of stress and looking down wondering if I would actually fall off the deep end. The strange thing was that no one not even my hubby actually knew how close I came to losing it. That is how well I hid my feelings.

Maybe I had too many irons in the fire with my alterations business, Etsy account, Instagram accounts, writing blog, and writing a book. Add to that the stress about my daughter and boyfriend moving all the way from California to Montana by themselves and my husband getting laid off plus a few other financial and health problems with family members and myself. And I pretty much had a pot of hot boiling stew in the pit of your stomach that never went away and I felt as if I was walking around in darkness trying to find a something or someone to light the way.

Stress is defined in the dictionary as a state of emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances. Stress is also defined as subject to pressure or tension.  

Well that would probably define my whole life for the past two months in a nutshell. And it wasn’t getting any easier. Each morning I woke up with a heaviness that lasted throughout the day and sometimes kept me awake late into the night. My shoulders ached, my back ached, my knees ached, my heart ached. All because of the anxieties and stress that I chose to carry around by myself.

Now all those that know me and have been around me know that I am a very private and (I say this with tongue in cheek) proud person.  To tell you the truth it runs in the family. My mother and sisters and my daughter are all a lot like me. If something hurts you just grin and bear it. You don’t tell anyone about it, you just go on with life as if nothing is wrong. Whether it is physical or mental you just push it aside and go on with life. And tell yourself that it will eventually get better…but it doesn’t.

And to actually let you know how stress was ruling my life I began to drift away from what has been the solid rock in my life, the calm in the storm, the shoulder to lean on…. God. I began to be angry with him for all that was happening. And I started ignoring him. I let stress darken my life to the point of almost letting the light go out.

Stress can do a lot of strange things to a body. It affects people of all ages. It affects both male and female. It affects the rich and the poor. It affects everyone. Stress can be good at times providing energy that gives people the ability to get through certain circumstances like a work deadline or an exam or test.  But stress in the extreme can cause health problems and affect all systems of the body, including the nervous, immune, cardiovascular, and neuroendocrine systems.

Stress can make a weak man strong or a strong man weak. Or in my case…woman. But it all depends on the amount of stress. Stress in the extreme can be debilitating. It can cause heart attacks, mental breakdowns, diverticulitus, stomach ulcers. I could go on and on with all that stress can cause.

The only way to get rid of stress is to get rid of the things that are causing it. After dealing with our financial problem which is always a major cause of stress, I dealt with all my too many irons in the fire problems. I knew I had to tell a few people that I couldn’t help them out with alterations like wedding dresses and large sewing projects. That was hard to do since some were family and good friends. But they seemed very understanding and they even found others to take over that were willing to help out. That eased my load a bit. Then I took myself away from my tablet and computer and just let my accounts set. They weren’t going anywhere anyway. That lightened the load even more. My Etsy store was a bit harder since I was selling quite a bit. But luckily setting it on vacation mode for a week or so eased the strain even more.  My writing blogs and book suffered a bit when I didn’t sit down every week and write a little but maybe that is what I needed to get a clear vision of what I needed to write. And I finally got my daughter moved to Montana. I say I. They moved. I worried. But they made it here and they are pretty much settled. And what a blessing it is to have them close.  As far as the health issues, they are pretty much on going, but I am keeping them in check and honestly once the stress level went down most of my health issues went away. My husband getting laid off wasn’t too bad on our pocket book, after our finances got straightened out. Although having him around does put a bit of stress on my patience. (LOL tongue in cheek again.) Hopefully he’ll laugh when he reads this. Speaking of laughing I learned to laugh again and not take everything so seriously. That helped with my stress immensely. I also have to remember God’s words …”this too shall pass.” The funny thing was that in all this and with my anger with God and myself, I thought I had actually shut myself off from him but deep in my heart I had prayed for my daughter and her boyfriend to be safe, I had prayed that our finances would straighten out, I prayed that I would feel better. I had prayed.


Learning how to not take things so seriously and to not worry has been a hard pill for me to swallow these last few weeks. But I did swallow the pill. My dad who seems very easy going and seems to take everything in stride always says “If you worry it will happen, if you don’t worry it will happen, so why worry.” Well said Dad. Well said.


And knowing that God was still there to hear me pray even though I was angry enough to tell him he wasn’t listening made me realize that I wasn’t alone in this. I need to remember that. My husband told me that what got him through all of this was the verse: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all ways submit to him and he will make your paths straight.” Proverbs 3:5-6.  Honestly my dear husband was right. But that is where I was wrong… I chose not to trust.  I should have looked up more…literally, because the verse is on a plaque hanging right above my desk. God was always there.


Today I woke up with the sun shining and the birds singing. Yes I did listen and I didn’t worry. And I am writing for the first time in a while. What I need to do now is to remember how to manage my stress. How not to take so much on that I am stressed from over doing. How to remember worrying doesn’t’ get you anywhere; that what will happen will happen. How talking or writing about it helps a lot. I guess it’s all in the downsizing. Get rid of things that cause stress and clean your house out of worries and problems you can’t do anything about. And the most important thing  is to Trust in the Lord!  Pray and give it to God and let him take care of it because honestly we can’t do it ourselves. And what better person to give it to than the Almighty.


May this day find you stress free and happy. And even if it is raining or you are in the midst of a storm in your life remember there is always God’s promise of the rainbow to come.  100_4710

Soul Weary


We are often so busy in our world of comings and goings that rarely we take time to just relax and rest.We have become  a nation of soul weary people. We are tired. We see  all the pain, crime and hatred on television and on our computers and various media sights and our souls cry out. We eat, sleep and dream in the light of our technology based world.Our jobs depend on it, we can’t live with out it, and we don’t give ourselves enough time away from it to rest, relax and regroup. Our souls are running on empty. We are constantly immersed in the go, go, go of this busy world that we barely have time to sit and relax and just enjoy the serenity and peace that our souls crave.

The bible defines the soul as a living being.

The soul is a living being.It resides within us. It is part of us. It is the person we are. It makes us who we are. It is alive. And a soul can become weary and tired also. And possibly even die if not taken care of.

Yes a soul can die. If a soul has no reason to live it will die. If a soul is tired of life it will die. If a soul is weary and worn down it will lead to dying. A soul needs to rest.

I was talking to my daughter the other day. She works in the corporate world in California and spends alot of time in traffic driving back and forth to work. Often she spends 2 to 3 hours just inching along to get home, after an eight hour busy day at work.  She hates the traffic. She told me what she misses the most is dirt and grass and the quiet solitude. And to move to a place like Montana would be soul resting.

I got to thinking about soul resting. I think the world has forgotten how to let their souls rest. We are so busy with work, family, home and play that we forget that a body and soul needs that rest. I can see why my daughter needs some soul resting. I myself probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as she. She is a very strong person but even strong souls become weak and weary if they have no rest. And therein lies the problem. And that is when people with weary souls begin having problems.

My soul has been weary. There have been times that I have put off rest and relaxation because I thought something just needed to get done and that the world could not go on without me.  I got my children ready for school, my husband ready for work and then myself ready for work.  I cleaned the house , ran the erands, etc.etc. etc. but I forgot to take time for me. The day I sat down and cried was the day I realized I had become soul weary. I am  a Christian. I love my Lord with all my heart. but there are times I forget that he is there. I fail to pray. I fail to put my trust in him. I fail to let my soul rest in his love. I suppose I am only human  and I am not perfect but I can make excuses all day about why.  What  I needed to do was take a breath, pray, take a step back, look at my life and then let the Lord help me take care of it.

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30 ESV
We have become a nation of busyness, to the point of even working on the Seventh Day which the Lord has meant for rest and relaxation.
“Six days you shall work, but on the seventh day you shall rest. In plowing time and in harvest you shall rest.Exodus 34:21

I am guilty of working on the seventh day. I mow my lawn in the summer. I rake leaves in the fall. I clean the house in the winter. For seven days I work and sometimes I neglect the Lord and his love because I am too busy to sit down and relax and just spend some time in his presence. Work, work, work.  Spending time in his presence doesn’t necessarily mean going to church. Sometimes our works at church are not to impress  the Lord.  And even if we attend church we can become soul weary if we don’t listen to God. I am not saying don’t go to church. Go to church if that is your way of spending time with the Lord. but make sure you spend it with the Lord and fellowship with others who want to spend time with God also. Don’t go just for show. There are other ways of spending time with God.

If sitting out side under the shade tree, listening to the birds sing, and watching the grass grow is spending time with the Lord, than do it. If walking in the mountains listening to the wind blow through the trees and smelling the pine in the air is spending time with the Lord, than do it. If crunching through the snow drifts, watching your breath float into the air in cold wispy clouds is spending time with the Lord than do it. If drinking a cup of coffee and listening to the silence is spending time with the Lord, than do it. The Lord is there… you just need to slow down, relax and listen.


Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed. Mark 1:35 NIV
Jesus spent time with God , in solitary places, in the mountains, in desolate places, by himself, praying and talking to the Lord. And his soul was refreshed.
That is what our souls need. To be refreshed, replenished and satisfied. Our souls need to spend time in his love.
“Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from him. Psalm 62:1 NIV
For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will replenish.”Jeremiah 31.25ESV
He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”Psalm 46:10 NIV

As I sit here writing this I find my soul becoming refreshed already. My times of spending time with the Lord are when I read his word and write my word, whether it is on a Sunday, Monday, Tuesday ,Wednesday, Thursday, Friday or Saturday. I rest my weary soul, spend time with my Lord and and I am refreshed in his love.

Whether you are soul weary or just need a soul resting; take some time to do it. You will find that when you do, all will be well with your soul.


IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL written by HG Spafford

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul
It is well
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
H.G Spafford

A Montana Season

The hot days of summer are slowing,

I open the door and Autumn dances in ,

In all of her brazen glory and childish splendor,

She breezes by with a cool morning kiss and a rustling of leaves.

leaf-62710_640     “It’s about time!” Summer grumbled as Autumn swished past him with a cool kiss on his cheek and a swish of colorful leafy skirts.
“Summer you are such a grumbly old man!” Autumn laughed. “What a way to greet someone who is going to give you a much needed rest.”

And a much-needed rest Summer needed indeed. After the sabbatical he took last season (which actually is what he took every season through Autumn, Winter and Spring) Summer felt refreshed and ready to start this season anew. But true to Nature, all good things must come to an end. And Summer’s good thing ended the minute he walked in Spring’s door.

That is when Summer’s horrible season began. Oh, he thought it was going to be just fine when he took over for Spring.  Spring had everything good to say about his season. The rains had been bountiful and had given all the trees and growing things a good start. But Spring failed to tell Summer that he went a little overboard and the flooding began. Now if anyone knows the human race, you can guess how angry they were when Spring mistakenly added more rain to the already swollen creeks and rivers and caused a myriad of wet mishaps that the humans were still trying to correct, even now.

When Summer took over for Spring on June 21, Spring assured him that all was good and well. Everything was well taken care of or so Summer thought. He shouldn’t have even begun to think that what Spring told him was even half the truth.  The farmers were angry that they could not get into their soggy fields and  most got a late start on planting. No one was even prepared for the hot days to come. And the bugs…oh the bugs that followed the wet season were atrocious. Summer knew he should have read the Book of Nature a little closer, but as always Summer was a little bit lazy and barely glanced at the book and Spring’s notations. He closed  it after seeing an abundance of “OOPS” written all over the first few pages of the Book of Nature.

So Summer’s season started out in a bit of hot water…so to speak. And like a snowball rolling downhill, (to use old man Winter’s quote) troubles just seemed to grow. Summer tried to make things right by adding a little extra sunshine but with the humidity already in the air; well that just brought the huge severe thunderstorms,the hail, and the most dreaded of all….tornadoes. Tornadoes were the bane of Summer’s existence. They had been around since before grandfather’s season. No one really knew where they came from and even now, nobody could actually predict when or where they would pop up. They had a mind of their own and like a bull in a china shop, they caused destruction wherever they landed. But the humans were getting closer to figuring it out. Summer just wished they would do it soon. Tornadoes were not good for Summer’s reputation.

“Summer…” Autumn was waving a golden sunflower in front of Summer’s face.  “Yoo-hoo Summer, are you listening to me?” She breezed.
Summer came out of his melancholy musings and focused on what Autumn was saying to him.
“Summer, you do daydream aplenty!” Autumn tittered. “Do you have anything to sip? The trip here was very hot and dry, and I am just parched!” Autumn gushed.
“I have some leftover lemonade.” Summer offered.
“Actually, I was hoping for a nice cup of spiced apple tea.” Autumn hummed.
Summer sighed. “Autumn, you know I don’t keep spiced apple tea in my cupboards. You ask me this every season. And I tell you every season, I don’t have any. You should try to bring some with you next time.”
Autumn chortled. “Oh Summer, there’s always hope for you. I know that one day you will be prepared for my arrival. I do have some packed in my suitcase.” She danced off, leaving a chill in the air.

Summer shivered. Ooh …Fall was in the air. Or rather Autumn was. Autumn was very meticulous about what her given name was. She did not think Fall was eloquent enough for her. It reminded her too much of stairs and skinned knees. She much rather liked to be called Autumn. It sounded colorful and cool. There was no arguing with Autumn about this. Summer learned long ago, that Autumn looked sweet and calm on the outside, but make her angry by calling her Fall and she could give you one of the frostiest looks that would freeze even old man Winter on his coldest days.

Summer sighed. He had better get his suitcase packed. He still needed to put his finishing notes in the Book of Nature. Today was September 23, the first day of Autumn’s season. Autumn would be moving in with all of her cool weather belongings. Autumn was prepared for anything…you could tell by the many numerous suitcases and boxes that she had packed for her season.
Summer once asked Autumn if she really needed all that stuff.

With a frosty look Autumn replied, “Summer… one must be prepared for anything. Oh my goodness, don’t you remember the year that you mistakenly left some of your summer heat behind and it got up to ninety plus degrees here for the whole month of October. I had to actually dig out some of my  short sleeved green leafy outfits to stay cool.” She continued, “And remember the year old man Winter forgot what day it was and mistakenly showed up with snow in September. That was one of the coldest seasons I have ever endured! I am lucky that I brought my wool coat and snowshoes that year. Well, that is why I have to be prepared. Humph!”
Autumn had sighed and flounced away in her leafy skirts. Summer made a mental note to himself, that he would not ask Autumn that question again.

Summer  finished packing his one suitcase. The Book of Nature was  finally completed for this season. He remembered to write about the flooding waters from Spring. And then there were the many insects including the grasshoppers, though not invited this season,  that had come back three fold this year. Summer had been cursed with these buggers for four years now. And he saw no end in sight to get rid of these unwanted pests. Heck, the pesky little buggers would probably don mittens and scarves and try to eat their way through Autumn and old man Winter’s seasons. They were in the same category as the misquitos, flies and gnats. They were a pain in the royal neck.

Summer also noted the hot days and severe storm days. However one good note was that even through all this, the flowers had bloomed beautifully and the crops had turned out wonderfully. Of course, there was that incident with the oil spill and a few ruined crops. But that wasn’t his fault. He blamed that on Spring and human error. Spring would have to take the brunt of that blame. Besides,he knew personally that the farmers had been well compensated for that mess. And of course he forgot about the wild fires that were still raging caused by a bit of miscommunication. Try as he might he couldn’t get  Mother Nature to send enough rain down to put them all out, and he didn’t know if his messages were clear enough but sometimes instead of sending rain, Nature just sent thunder and lightning and that made  it worse because lightning had no conscience whatsoever. The electric terror loved to start wild fires. And along with Thunder, his partner in crime, they caused more damage than good. And so on and so on.

No worries he thought as he closed the book,  Autumn would fix it all. She was good at that. She would cool down the hot  angry earth with her cooling rains and dropping temperatures. And if that didn’t work than she would get a bit frosty. And if all else failed and she got desperate enough, Autumn would humbly call on Old man Winter to send some of his white stuff a  litte bit early. Summer knew that would be Autumn’s  last ditch effort because Autumn did not like to ask for help.

Summer knew Autumn would never forgive him for starting all the wild fires. But what could he do. You can’t argue with Mother Nature for recieving the wrong message.  Of course, Summer didn’t blame himself for sending the wrong messages.  One good thing was that Autmn had a whole year to cool down before she saw Summer again. and by then all would be fine and dandy and Autumn would be a cool breath of fresh air again.

Summer looked around to see if he forgot anything else. Already the place was taking on Autumn’s personality. The leaves were beginning to turn colors of gold, red and orange. The first frost had settled in some places which had caused the garden plants and flowers to wilt. The pumpkins were turning orange on the vine and  Mr.  Harvest Moon was a round orange circle in the cool night sky.

Summer could not understand, however, how Autumn could handle this time of year with all the trees shedding their beautiful green leaves and the beautiful flowers wilting and turning brown. But Autumn just sighed and said, “The earth is just settling down for the long winter sleep, Summer. And I am here to sing it a lovely lullaby. Summer you should know what a good rest does for the soul.”

That, Summer did indeed know because he was looking forward to this one.    So with a warm goodbye Summer bid Autumn a final farewell for the season.

Summer was long gone when Autumn finally finished unpacking. It was time to sit down, put up her feet and take a sip of that nice warm cup of spiced apple tea. And time to get acquainted with the Book of Nature for another season. As she opened the book, Autumn squealed in surprise.

“Summerrrrrrrrrrr….” She yelled.

But it was too late.  Summer was all the way down Nature Lane when Autumn made her discovery. If he did hear Autumn he pretended not to. Summer disappeared around the bend skipping and whistling like a small child on a warm summer day.100_3767


A calm soothing rain softly drifts down

In the early morning hours

When the birds are still sleepily testing their morning songs

And the early light of dawn bathes the land

As it it awakens from it’s nightly slumber.

The smell of wet earth permeates the smokey haze filled air

caused by the wild fires of summer.

Rumbles in the far off distance warn of  the passing storm.

The dry cracked earth welcomes the rain

Sighing , crying out for more.

Flowers raise their stately heads and green foilage


Reaching for the water blessing.

A chill breeze blows through the window by my desk

Causing a shiver

Letting me know that although we are

In the middle of these hot August sweltering

Dog days of summer that

These too will soon pass.

And the chill frosty days of Fall

Will soon be upon us

When the pumpkins turn orange on the vine

And the leaves fall from the trees

In a kaleidescope of colors.

When our breaths come out in small

puffs and the frost covered grass crunches

under our feet.

I can smell Fall in the air

In this season of summer.

Soon Summer’s hot days

Will fade away for another year

And Fall will dance in on

A cool Autumn  breeze.

The cycle of nature will go on

In a neverending circle

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