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SaraHHouse365 | I go to nature...
SaraHHouse365 | A Successful 2012 Wood Season!

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Dear Readers:
Springtime is the season for new beginnings. The ground breaks through with life. Trees blossom, bulbs sprout, grass greens, blue skies linger, sunlight warms the earth, and the soft breeze touches our senses with a bit of nostalgia. Since time immemorial this ritual has prepared the earth’s residents to begin again. This “something” that awakens inside us, encourages renewal.
Falling in love with life requires action not inertia. Getting outdoors and greeting the season head on with rake or spade in hand enables each one of us to feel as if we have made a contribution to the planet. In Indiana I anticipate the arrival of the pussy willows, the return of the robins, the scent of lilacs, the blossoming of the cherry trees, the sprouting of the peonies, and the smell the first time the grass is cut. And, I do not have to leave my home to experience any one of these. These are rituals of spring for me, and fill me with wonder.
Rituals create much needed patterns in our lives. They reverence the good things. By creating rituals in our families and work environments, we honor the people that fill our lives. Celebrating birthdays, holidays, landmark dates, special one-time occurrences and honors, as well as the more mundane things such as the first robin of the season, unite us as a group. Begin today by thinking which days in the calendar are special to you and why. Ask someone about their special dates too. Next, share your dates and remember them when the day arrives – not just for yourself, but for the other person too. I love the greeting card quote that states:
“Friends are angels who lift our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”
Be an angel and lift someone’s spirits by remembering for them when they forget! They will never forget you because of it!
Be Your Very Best Always,
Judy Williamson |
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“Your time is limited, don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living the result of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinion drown your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” – Steve Jobs (101 Most Inspiring Quotes of All Time)







I don't know if it's because I've spent the last two years in the LA area with a go-go-go type of lifestyle or if it's just with age, you learn to appreciate things differently. Probably a combination of the two. Either way, it is so refreshing to get out and enjoy the woods these last couple days. Nature offers so much. In between the chainsawing, there's a beautiful silence. There was a couple times I had to walk a distance in the woods a lone and it offered such a beautiful time to take in all that God has given us through nature. The silence reminded me of an important lesson I learned towards the end of this past summer. I was living in California still and a friend from home and I were discussing a topic via Skype. I really wasn't able to add much to the conversation because I needed to think about it. I promised I would think about it and get back to him on my thoughts. It felt like I never fully was able to get back to him on it - I was always trying to find the time and place to think. He on the other hand, who lives in a rural setting and spends quite a bit of time in nature brought some pretty major issues up. He was really able to think it out. How the heck? Where in the world did he find this? It wasn't until my next visit home where I got to visit him and experience his day to day living that it hit me. I took a walk down an old dirt road near his house and when I got back approaching the driveway, I was amazed at all the thinking that I had just accomplished. There was no distractions. No cars, no other people, no crosswalks, no earbuds. Just nature. It was my thoughts, that old dirt road and God. It was beautiful.
June 2012
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