Serenity in the Midst of Turmoil

There is a lot of unrest in America following the recent election.  So many are worried about the future of our country.  Social media is full of opinions on both sides of the fence.   It is easy to get caught up in the turmoil.  And yet, we must remember that our God is in control.  He holds us in the palm of His hand.  He watches over us and our country.  He offers peace and rest free for the asking.

One of my favorite activities is to go out for a walk and enjoy the beauty of nature.  In this way, I reconnect with God and refresh my spirit.  I see the incredible world that God has made and I am at peace.  I enjoy fresh air, beautiful vistas, a bit of exercise, and photo ops.  Hope you will enjoy these pics from a later afternoon hike in the woods near our home.

Ridley Creek
This old stone wall (maybe a damn) is in the middle of the woods

As you contemplate natural beauty, allow your soul to be at rest and allow peace to invade your spirit.  Take time to enjoy the world around you.

Sailing to My Destination

I recently took an inventory of my spiritual gifts.  My number two and three gifts were Nurturing Leadership and Faith.  My faith is central to my life and I seek to love and serve God in all I do.  My primary spiritual gift of Visionary and Managing Leadership can best be described with an analogy from my love of sailing. The owner of the yacht decides where it will go, the navigator determines how to get there, and the helmsman actually gets the boat to its destination. I am a skilled navigator and helmsman both on the water and in life.

In Narragansett Bay
In Narragansett Bay

Island Adventures

Had a fantastic day trip to Block Island this past weekend.

North Lighthouse

We rented mopeds and rode, then walked out to the North Lighthouse,

Northern most point of Block Island
Northern most point of Block Island
Mohegan Bluffs
Mohegan Bluffs
Southeast Light
Southeast Light

swam, walked around the point, and then rode round to the Southeast Light and Mohegan Bluffs.  Went back into town for lunch and then another swim and some frisbee in the ocean.  A sun-filled, salty, sandy day was just what we all needed.  Refreshing to walk along the shore and see the ocean, which was very clear and a beautiful turquoise blue.

Serenity restored.

In Foul Weather and Fair

Marsh at High Tide
Marsh at High Tide

The town where I grew up is on the water and my dad has always been an amateur weather man as well as a sailor.  There was a peninsula in the town with a long harbor on one side and the sound on the other.  Whenever there was a storm, my dad would say, “let’s go down to the beach and see if the water is over the road yet.”  I remember the flooding being more common in winter storms. Dad and I, and my sister, would jump in the car, drive down to the beach, and plow through the water, first with the car and then on foot.  We would check out the water level around the buildings and look for waves and white caps.

Weather was exciting!  Rain and storms were to be EXPERIENCED.  As an adult, I try to recapture the joy of being outdoors in all weather, foul and fair.  And whenever dad calls, his first question is always, ‘how’s the weather?’  The stormier the better in his mind!

Opting Out – Outdoors That Is

Tonight I am meditating on:

  • Work
  • Play
  • Sabbath

and the connection to:

  • Mind
  • Body
  • Spirit

Are the short walks that I take a mini form of Sabbath?  Taking photographs, noticing the beauty of creation is similar for me.  Reading is at times also restful for me.  I was studying a bit more about StrengthsFinder tonight and noticed the connections between introspection and Intellection.  Reading is, at times, also restful for me.

I paused to read Michael Hyatt’s post:

Why Going Outdoors Makes You Smarter, Stronger, and More Spiritual

and was struck by the similarity of our thoughts.

Serene living-1

Are there practices that rejuvenate your spirit in a similar way?

Fond Remembrances

When I was a pre-teen and teenager we lived near Long Island Sound.  In the summer, my dad would go out fishing just about every morning.  We had a little run-about that was old but steady.  I would often go with my dad.  We would wake up at 5:00 a.m. and creep out of the house so as not to wake others and grab a quick bite before heading to the dock.

I went along primarily to see the sunrise.

It was so peaceful out on the water.  My dad is a quiet man, so few words would be exchanged.  From time to time I was allowed to drive the boat.  We would cast in one spot, and then, if nothing was biting, we’d motor over to a different spot.  Fishing involves intuition.  You just KNOW where the fish might be hanging out.  We’d be back home before seven, in time for dad to catch the train to NYC for another day of work.