Things really are just things, and when it comes right down to it, the majority of tangible things can be replaced in some manner or another. If one reads the posts to the Ten Things of Thankful blog hop very frequently, it will become apparent that this blog hop often includes a combination of things that one can hold in one’s hands, but just as often there is mention of those things that one holds in one’s heart and mind. As usual, I am linking my TToT post to Ten Things of Thankful hosted by Kristi of Thankful Me.
We had a colder than usual February in our state. We were fortunate not to lose power, so our pellet stove was able to function normally. We also had pellets on hand to burn. Afghans and fleece throw blankets were always nearby when we needed them. Having some wool and fleece clothing to retain body heat when it was necessary to be outside made February bearable.
The color white
We had a lot of snowstorms this past week. Watching the white flakes descend was beautiful and mesmerizing. So many of the other colors one could normally see, like the red soil (usually mud this time of year) and the green grass and shrubs, were painted over in illustrious white.
|Trees and shrubs encased in snow|
For me, stillness energizes me. It is in quiet settings that ideas come to me, when I am able to concentrate and focus. It was much quieter outside than usual this past week because of the muffling affect of the snowfall.
|Lawn and shrubs covered by snow|
Online access to old newspapers
I love stepping back in time reading about people and places. It does have a way of bringing it to my attention how many years I have lived on this earth and the many things that have transpired during those decades.
Those who rescue
With the heavier than usual snowfall throughout many of the areas of our state this past week, many were and some still are, trapped in their homes awaiting those who can fix power lines, replace power poles, and saw through trees which have fallen on vehicles, homes and across roadways. Utility companies are working as hard and as fast as they can, but it has been a slow and arduous process. In some cases, there were people who made it to safety and then returned to take food and water to those who were still awaiting rescue from their vehicles backed up for miles on uninhabitable roads.
Lessons that I learned from my parents
This week I pondered the things that I learned from my parents and wrote about some of those lessons. It was the subject of my weekly StoryWorth assignment.
The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind is a beautiful production well worth watching, imo.
Waking up to sunshine streaming through the windows in the first days of March and seeing the sunset at the end of the days
|Sunset above forested area|
Repetition and knowing what is worth repeating
It seems like much of my life has been about learning from experiences. Some experiences have needed refining or repetition in a slightly different setting for me to get the full picture, or to get it right. Other times a lesson is quickly learned, almost in an instant, and no recurrences is needed either for me or any onlooker.
One day this week when my pain was intense and I didn’t think I could drive, my husband drove me to a PT appointment. There are many who freely drop whatever they are doing to take those who are unable to get to needed destinations. I am thankful for these angels here on earth.
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