Whiteley Creek Homestead

LIFE AT THE END OF A DIRT ROAD IN CENTRAL MINNESOTA

organically grown triticale in our field
canoeing in our wetlands
raspberries growing wild on our property
our back porch fieldstone fireplace

It all began with conversations recently. Various guests on different days each sharing their insights regarding what is truly important, how to achieve it, and living in the here and now with unbridled joy. We can come up with so many excuses that prevent us from making something happen and allowing joy to fill our life. A Canadian guest's wisdom has been zinging around in my head since his stay last week. "Why not me? Why not now?" After his stay, he emailed me an equally inspirational quote. "We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust our sails." If there's something we really want, rather than thinking our circumstances prevent us from achieving it, we need to rethink how we can make it a reality. Two women guests, over the past weekend, left this partially enjoyed bottle of wine in their cabin's fridge with a note to me that set the wheels in motion. Stop and just be.  

Yellow tail wine

So, I did just that. I called my longtime friend, Deb, and suggested that we each pack a picnic lunch. Mine included the bottle of wine… to share. We met at a shaded picnic table in a local park. We took time to just be… to experience joy in an ordinary day. What a sweet time we spent together! Because we have adjusted what we consider important, we made time for each other. I will continue to make adjustments to include other friends and family members and you shall hear of it… to inspire you to walk alongside. We shall start a movement to stop and just be.  

This evening, Dick and I paused where roses grow wild along the paths that meander throughout our property.

Wild rose

We breathed in the perfume of our first peony bloom that had burst forth just today. Their season is ever so fleeting. 

Peony first bloom

I shall continue to stop and just be. "Why not me (you)? Why not now?"

 

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2 responses to “adjusting our sails”

  1. Sandy Brumback Avatar
    Sandy Brumback

    My front yard has an identical peony – and it too is fleeting! This year, in fact, I happened to be in northern Minnesota when it bloomed and pretty much missed it altogether. Even though their show is often brief, I always anticipate the first blossoms of spring. After Minnesota’s long, cold winter, seeing flower bloom is like taking tonic! I rejuvenate!

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  2. wordplayhouse® Avatar

    The faces of 4 young ones here remind me to “stop and just be”. But, the face of the youngest, changing so quickly as she grows month to month stops me in my tracks with the deliberation of doing just that—to “stop and just be” to remember this fleeting time with our young children. I’m glad too you have found your own reminders—like the peonies—to savor our borrowed time here. ~h.

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