New Horizons

Questions

I have been reading  a new blog   Brenda @ Its A Beautiful Life recently and although I I have not been able to get all the way through it yet because of overriding previous engagements, I have found much inspiration and insight there that has been helpful to me in my own life.  I guess we all struggle with some kind of problems, whether they be insecurities or 'writing blocks' or what ever else it is that creates those stumbling blocks that make us question ourselves and keep us from  performing at our optimum level. Or perhaps it its just me. Brenda seems to have all her ducks in a row, while I am still trying to round mine up.  (Sometimes those ducks just don't herd well.) Many of my questions are still unanswered.

Is it our age that makes us question ourselves, or it it our bad experiences from the past? Because I honestly cannot say that I have taken such 'beatings'  in the past, but I have to admit that I miss that self-confidence that once came so naturally to me.  I find myself questioning many decisions that would never have worried me in the past.

Perhaps I should just finish reading the rest of Brenda's blog.  Maybe I will find the answers there.

Autumn Splendor

Autumn Splendor

Autumn’s flamboyant landscape beckons to me

With brilliant golds, rusty reds, bold burgundies

Stately oaks, aspen, birch and cherry

Flaunt their splendor with sheer abandon.

Those branches, once were a verdant green

Now display their new attire with bravado.

 Like outstretched arms, they reach out

Lacing their leafy fingers high above

As though embracing one final time

And form this lovely tunnel for my passage.

Not to be outdone,

Even stately Lombardy poplars join in the fun.

Like slim golden sentinels they stand

Overlooking this gaiety and pomposity

And boldly join this carnival of exuberance.

As they sway in the gentle breeze.

With one final display of boastful daring

The trees obscure the sun’s fading rays

With their own supreme display of glory!

Before shedding this magnificent garb

To don the barren nakedness of winter grey

And sink into a long and peaceful slumber.

Giftware and More

A Literary Festival

Getting ready for Words in the Park in just over a week, at Sherwood Park on October 25th. Please take note of this "Fall Feast of Words" at the Strathcona County Library, which will include a great selection of literary events. There will be a variety of books from various authors, plus many other items  suitable for yourself or as Christmas presents for friends and family.  It should be a great social and noteworthy experience for presenters and consumers alike .  If you require more info, check out the website: http://words.sclibrary.ab.ca/EventInfo

Hope to see you all there! 

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving  Ode       

For friends who’re there that really care

Who’re always willing their love to share

Who’re tender, thoughtful, good and kind,

The kind of friends that’re hard to find.

With judgement sound they hang around

And fill my life with peace profound

I am so very thankful!

For the the splendor of our nation

My heart is bursting with adulation

O'er all the grandeur  and munificence    

Of God’s creation, its magnificence.

He entrusted us with our free will

To see the greatness of His skill

How can I not be thankful!

For our good health and rich full life

For protecting us from conflicts, strife

For His all His blessings, His benevolence

That keep enfolding with such prevalence

For all the joys and carefree living

For all our wrongs  God is forgiving

I bow in humble praise, thanksgiving!

Thank you, Lord!

Golden Leaves of Autumn

Golden Leaves of Autumn 

Like the golden leaves of autumn
So our years of youth fly  past
Leaving naught but poignant memories
Of good times we wished would last.

Like the golden leaves of autumn
We lose the resolve to hang on
Forsaking all life's daily struggles
Youth delivered on the run.

Like the golden leaves of autumn
Now we languish, reminisce
On those years when life was pleasing
On those years of youthful bliss.

Like the golden leaves of autumn
We're still wishing to explore
The summer of our youth now fading
To face those glory days once more.

Like the golden  leaves of autumn
We must let go of that hold
Sailing on to eternal slumber
Accepting that we're growing old!