Being a Pioneer

I have given a lot of thought to my blog lately - I haven't done much, but I have had many thoughts on it. There are times when I feel very insecure about the things I post, assuming that I can only post when I feel like I have had some kind of deep or insightful thought. This assumption has kept me from posting as often as I would like.

I have made the decision that I am going to try to approach this blog in a totally different manner. I'm going to quit thinking about what others might find interesting and post those things that seem to make a difference in my life or inspire me that day - the things that make my life worth living - not big grandiose experiences, just the little things that bring me joy! I would like to try to view it as an online gratitude journal of sorts. And, if something in my daily existence gives you pause to stop and look at the little things and be grateful, that's success to me!

Today I actually reread a poem that I love. Just reading it, gives me courage to go outside my comfort zone, try something new, and find the strength to tackle those things I struggle with. It is by a wonderful woman, Carol Lynn Pearson.

Pioneers

My people were Mormon pioneers.

Is the blood still good?

Truth flew by like a dove and dropped a feather in the West.

Where truth flies you follow, if you are a pioneer.

I have searched the skies, and now and then another feather has fallen.

I have packed the hand cart again.

Packed it with the precious thing and thrown away the rest.

I will sing by the fires, out there, on that uncharted ground,

Where I am my own captain of tens,

Where I blow the bugle,

Bring myself to morning prayer,

Map out the miles and never know where or when, or if at all,

I will finally say "this is the place".

I face the plains on a good day for walking.

The sun rises and the mist clears.

I will be alright.

My people were Mormon pioneers.

New York in the Fall

It has always been one of my biggest dreams to visit New England in the fall. Lucky for me, David had meetings in upstate New York this past week. We spent four days touring historical sites, meeting old friends and some new, and visiting dairy farms in this beautiful area.

I was overcome with the sense of history that this area emits - not something we have much of in the west. Centuries old houses, public buildings, and barns are all well maintained and a joy to see. I learned so much and came home hoping to return someday. I just thought I would share some pictures that I took. Not sure that I've seen anything more lovely than New England in the fall!

Well, maybe the sight of my kids running to greet us as we walked in the door. There's truly no place like home!