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.