Posts Tagged With: Prairie

Hope rising

Land of living skies; an emjayandthem photo

Have you ever noticed that while everything around you changes and churns, our sky is always there?

Oh yes, it’s ever moving, especially those prairie skies I remember from days of old.

I found this photo by accident; digging through photos of our soon-to-be-graduate, this one appeared.

It gave me pause.

I stopped what I was doing and, for a time, I was transported.

Once again, I smelled wild sage and marveled at the scars prairie schooners had left in the hillside.  Mica crumbled between my fingertips and I gasped remembering the feeling of ancient arrowheads scratching my skin as I stuffed them into my Levis.

When you find yourself overwhelmed or stressed, do what I do:  Look up.

Look up at our shared sky and dare yourself not to be filled with wonder.

Dare yourself not to be transported.

Dare yourself not to feel hope rising.

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Lots to see & nothing to block my view

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I’m headed home today.

To a land of living skies, golden fields, and Northern lights.

Home.

I’m headed home today.

To people who will ask, “how are you?” and actually want to know.

To butter tarts, cabbage rolls, Greek ribs and pierogies.

To temps in Celsius and the Queen’s currency.

I’m headed home today.

To Old Dutch potato chips, Pilsner beers, CBC and the CTV.

To grain reports, cattle prices, crop yields and pie at Mom’s kitchen table.

To laughs and stories and photos and many a-remember whens.

To lazy walks down a country road, a whiff of saddle soap in the tack room, and kittens at foot.

To Roughrider football parties, community suppers, and chats with teachers, Sunday School mentors and elderly aunties who’ll hug me like there’s no tomorrow. And my eyes will cloud a bit when they do.

I’m headed home today.

To the tiniest of places with a hold so strong it both anchors and frees its own to go around the world with confidence because they know there still exists a place where everyone knows their name.

I’m headed home today.

Cheers!

Categories: Attitude, Beauty, Confidence at any age, Faith, Family, Friendship, Personal, Thoughts, Travel, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , | 33 Comments

What do you see?

my prairie homeland

When I look at this picture I see so much.

I see five generations who’ve called it home.

I see farm implements eclipsed by time.

I see death-defying sledding hills.

I see prairie grasses dancing in the autumn sun.

I see white faced Herefords marching towards supper.

I see mama Meadowlark protecting her nest.

I see my hair whipping in the wind.

I see the ghosts of pony friends standing in the distance.

I see an endless sky.

When I look at this picture I see so much.

I see my childhood.

What do you see?

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Who has seen the wind?

Grandpa F's old red barn; a Lisa Birch photo

I love the wind. It reminds me of my childhood home, our family farm on the Saskatchewan prairie.

I could never, ever live in the woods; I get claustrophobic when I can’t see the horizon.

I delight in a summer breeze drifting lazily across my skin and embrace it when it fiercely pushes my hair straight back from my face.

Even on wintry days when the wind is more a foe than a friend, I respect it. I step back as it blasts snow back at us, whips leaves through the yard, and howls above me in the cold, starless sky.

There’s a book I adore and I’m sharing here: “If you’re not from the prairie ….” by David Bouchard

“…My hair’s mostly wind,
My eyes filled with grit

My skin’s white then brown
My lips chapped and split

I’ve lain on the prairie and heard grasses sigh
I’ve stared at the vast open bowl of the sky

I’ve seen all the castles and faces in clouds
My home is the prairie and for that I am proud…

If You’re not from the Prairie, you can’t know my soul
You don’t know our blizzards; you’ve not fought our cold

You can’t know my mind, nor ever my heart
Unless deep within you there’s somehow a part…

A part of these things that I’ve said that I know,
The wind, sky and earth, the storms and the snow.

Best say that you have – and then we’ll be one,
For we will have shared that same blazing sun.

for more please visit: http://www.davidbouchard.com/titles/prairie.htm

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