On the Go

One of the frustrations of my life is how often a good photo opportunity is lost. My DH likes to travel from point A to B, reaching a destination with as few stops as possible, so most of my en route photography is done through the vehicle windshield at 100 kph. It’s hard to plan the composition of a shot at that speed. Most times I just point, click and hope.

This was one of the unsuccessful attempts to capture gorgeous green moss clinging to the craggy roadside rocks. I never did get the shot. The blur shows how the scene flashed by.

It reminds me of how quickly my holiday disappeared. Time is a strange commodity, dragging on forever when one is waiting in anxious anticipation, but slipping from one’s grasp when one would like to savour it.

Are your stories sagas that take place over a character’s lifetime or are they focused on specific incidents? How do you use time to complement conflict and mood?

All Good Things…

Holidays are wonderful but “all good things must come to an end”, or so I’ve heard it said.

When we reached our lakeside cabin we weren’t surprised to find forest fire smoke masking the blue sky, but fortunately within a few days the wind shifted and cleared the smoke away.

After a brief shower one late afternoon a double rainbow even appeared — perhaps God’s promise of something, although I’m not sure of what… certainly not that it wouldn’t rain, because it occasionally did. Maybe that the smoke wouldn’t return, because it didn’t.

It was a lovely two weeks of puttering, writing and family togetherness… the perfect mix for a wonderful holiday retreat. But now it’s time to return to reality, so I’ll be back here in a jiff with a new writing post for you! Just give me a couple minutes to get my thoughts organized. 🙂

Be Still

Underlying the clamour of everyday living with its activities and commitments there is a persistent voice that murmurs, “Be still and know that I am God.”* There is no need to remind me of Who He is — I know Him well — but the “be still” part is easy to overlook. Then along comes vacation time and we retreat to our family’s tiny and very rustic cabin in the wilderness.

I could say that we are following another of His proddings to “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and rest a while,”** but we don’t do a lot of physical resting there. For over thirty years the 240 sq. ft. plywood-clad building has been a work in progress. Improvement projects are tackled every summer. A couple years ago we began an expansion, doubling its size to 480 sq. ft. This summer’s main undertaking was the addition of reclaimed vinyl siding.

It’s hard to explain how time spent somewhere in the back of beyond with no electricity, no running water, and no indoor privy can be desired over the comfort and convenience of a well-equipped city home. But nothing comes close to the refreshment of mind and spirit that we experience in the remote lakeside setting. As a child I caught my first fish there, as did my children and many of my grandchildren. The ashes of my father are buried there. It is a place of memories. It is a place of respite. It is a place where our souls truly can “be still”.



*   Psalm 46:10

** Mark 6:31