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Do you ever have those days, when you think on something long enough it begins to lose any sense?
The other evening as I was cleaning the house up a bit, I noticed a few items sitting next to Country Man’s station in the entry way, the place where he removes his pliers and other work items before coming in for the night.
They were all riverbank finds, discovered by him while trailing the sand on four-wheeler as he worked on water wells.
Evidence of snagged lines, echoes of frustrated fisherman flicker in the eyes of old lures.
Delicate sea shells that survived the ride onto the banks…
I am not exactly sure when the ordinary became extraordinary,
but it has…
Some days, the country life feels likes a severe detox center; I am stripped of all the things desperately relied upon to make one feel whole until the next bout of anxiety creeps in….
… and I have to endure the storm.
Some days, I must take time to walk the shoreline of my soul, picking up rubble and dusting it off, saving it as a reminder of what once was.
Many things in this life simply do not make sense.
But as a beloved quote goes, origin unknown:
it does not have to be well with your circumstances, to be well with your soul.
Makes me wonder if those little spinners could talk if they could tell you where they have been and who they belonged to.
Ever so true. I couldn’t have said it better.
Thank you, sweet friend.
Sometimes the sense of something comes much later. “Walking the shoreline of my soul” can help you to get there. This post is a gift to me today…thank you.
I am so glad to hear that from you. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, ” It is well. It is well, with my soul.”
Sometimes seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary is a prayer, in itself.
That’s a lovely way of looking at it, thank you! always good to hear from you.
This is such a lovely post. Your words are eloquent and full of meaning for me. And isn’t it amazing and magical how sea shells show up in riverbanks far from the ocean?q
Thank you, I really appreciate it. It really is amazing, and I honestly don’t know much about them. Just that they’re pretty!
Perhaps, it is perspective at play, you simply have more space and freedom to notice there is great beauty in simple things, All that’s required is that we pay attention to notice.
“follow the shoreline…”, it will bring you where you were meant to go.
Thank you so much, I always appreciate your words.
I think your words reach deep into many souls this day. “It is well, with my soul…” but my life, as yours, is vastly different than when I lived in the city/burbs of Southern California. This wintertime is bleak, the days short, but spring is coming.
Thank you for your words today ~ Lynda
PS: I have visions of your husband’s found collection placed into a shadow box…
A shadow box – great idea! I will have to keep that in mind… I love the idea of it. Thank you so much for stopping in, Lynda.
What a wonderful post! I totally agree that the extraordinary is always there (though sometimes not easily seen) in the ordinary.
Beyond good today. HF
Thank you so much, Harper.
oo oo arent’t the little fish hooks gorgeous! i love how you love the little things! c
Thank you, I think you do, too!
That last quote is beautiful! It’s amazing how lost things become treasures when they are found.
It really is. So much truth in that statement!
“It is well with my soul”: one of my very favorite old hymns. Written by a man, long ago, who lost his wife and child in a shipwreck. (at least that’s what I was told. guess I should research it!)
This is so good! “… flicker in the eyes of the old lure.” great line!
Thank you, MJ! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Just simply amazing. I enjoy reading your blog!
Thank you so much, Karen.
Very interesting winter finds! Glad things are well within your soul.
Thanks, Oregon! Good to see you.
That’s a very powerful quote. Easier said than done, something to strive for.
“Some days, I must take time to walk the shoreline of my soul, picking up rubble and dusting it off, saving it as a reminder of what once was.”
Lately, I am finding myself doing the same thing, and frequently. As motherhood rocks my little world, I am forced to re-evaluate who I am, my identity…everything that’s ever made me me. I find my mind going back to that shoreline, even in my dreams…
Oh, i can only imagine the transition it is to go from one life into motherhood. But no doubt it is making you a more beautiful woman each day.
hmmmm…. Yes some of the simpilest words are like that. Say them too many times and your just like WHAT!?!?!??! 0o
A simple, yet profound sentiment. Sounds like the perfect meditative mantra.
Thank you so much, Jackie. Some days are just like that, aren’t they?
This is so poetically put. I feel like your story resonates even for those of us who have a city life. No matter where we are, at some point or another we feel the same way, and you have put it so eloquently into words.
I am glad it does! Thank you so much for your kind words, Monica!
I completely agree with you–sometimes the peace comes only when it passes our understanding. Beautiful reminder. Thank you.
Thank you for stopping in and reading, Jolina!
Grateful for your eloquent thoughts today! I think the “secret to happiness” for most people is to find the world exciting and wonderful in the everyday living. It is a hard lesson to relearn sometimes when things are going awry. I hope it sticks with me one of these times! Thanks again!
So true. We come to points where we have to choose joy, don’t we? Not an easy task when life seems be a storm. Thank you for your comment, Madeline!
Maybe it’s because I used to work in my parents’ hardware store as a kid, but I love, love, love fishing lures! And I don’t even fish. The worn, well used ones are especially nice
how fun! the daughter of a small business owner, then? What a fun way to grow up. Thanks for stopping in!
Imagine the fish that were never caught. Good luck to you. Keep up the great photos.
Beautifully written. Now I want to look up the rest of the words to that song. I know it is supposed to be uplifting but it seems sad. Sad and resolute. Or something like that. I can’t think of the right word just now.
It must be so much fun to explore along the banks. It’s like a beautiful and fun place.
Thank you so much. I know what you mean, about it being a bit sad. As Dianne said above, the writer of the song just suffered great loss. So sad seems understandable.
Love the quote. I like to have my little things around me that work as an out-of-body memory of past experiences and emotions. If they are well with my soul, they deserve a place at my home.
So true. Like your turtles? Thank you for stopping in, kath!
Beautiful simplicity! LOVE the search for the magnificent in the little things!
Thank you!
Such a well written post and really rings true with me right about now.
I am so glad to hear that. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Thank you. Please keep posting. Your writing gives me liberation through the example you set.
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