SEPTEMBER 2 – Describe your ideal day. Where would you go and what would you do?
It’s a day I know well; one that is entrenched deep in my soul; one that restores; one I’m ready for again.
As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So pants my soul for You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. Psalm 42:1-2 NKJV
It is somewhere in the vicinity of morning, there may still be a nine on the clock. Ok, it’s ten. ish. I’ve just opened my eyes and realize that I feel so rested and that there are no achy joints. Today is going to be a great day.
I throw on something comfortable that I probably wouldn’t wear in public and head out to the rocker on the cabin porch. I breath deeply of the crisp October air relishing in the perfect blue sky. The fire red leaves pop against the background of sky and the sun filters through the leaves assuring me that today is going to be wonderful.
I wrap a soft throw around my shoulders and settle into the comfy rocker, hot chocolate in hand, to spend some quiet time. I listen to the birds chatting with one another. A leaf floats downward, resting gently on the forest floor, a contrast to the roar of the waterfall in the distance.
*The creek is never silent; always playing in the background reassuring me that all is as it should be. The cool water rushes over the stones staying the course day in and day out. I read a testimony once of a gentleman who immersed himself in the waters of Roaring Creek because he felt the need to have another baptism to mark his rejoicing in all that God had provided.
After a while, I realize that the roaring of the creek has taken a back seat to the roaring in my belly. Time for a hearty breakfast that will take me to dinner. My husband is the breakfast whisperer. He always does the big breakfast – usually bacon or sausage with eggs and toast or sometimes biscuits. I take mine with milk or juice. I love the smell of coffee, but haven’t acquired the taste quite yet.
Once the breakfast dishes are draining, it is back out to the rocker with notebook and pen, senses heightened, ready to explore new thoughts. I may just soak in the beauty and jot a few thoughts, or I may write feverishly trying to get it all down before the next thought pushes through. Either way, *October belongs to me, or maybe I belong to October. October captures my heart every time.
After October has soaked into my bones, I will mosey back into the cabin for some daydreaming, perhaps a little shut eye, stretched out on the sofa without a care in the world. Later in the day we will drive over to Boone or Blowing Rock and check out one or two of the shops or perhaps we’ll just drive around exploring a mountain lane.
The drive will be more about the beauty of the color than the destination.There will be random stops to take pictures of beautiful trees that are drenched in October’s best. Eventually, we’ll find a yummy place for dinner. Preferably Italian. The last time there was a wonderful little Italian place in Banner Elk; hoping it’s still there.
After our tummy’s have said no more, we’ll head back to the cabin, settle in for a long, quiet evening of reading that may or may not involve chocolate at some point.
When the eyes are flickering shut more than awake, we’ll head to bed after opening the window a crack, and sleep blissfully to the cadence of Roaring Creek in the background. It will be a sleep full of blessings and sweet dreams. Knowing that tomorrow we get to hit repeat.
Restoring in Grace,
PS – I just found out about the Blog-tember writing challenge when I read my friend Barbara’s blog earlier today. I clicked over to Bailey Jean’s blog and browsed through the daily topics, and thought I’d join in on some of the days.
What I like about the Blog-tember challenge is that she gives you specific things to write about each day. Yesterday’s prompt (Sept. 1) was to tell you about me. Since my about me page is pretty thorough and since I”m a day late I will let you go there to read the story of Who Am I?.
*Links to little poems I wrote about October and Roaring Creek. This post was inspired by our many visits to Fairhaven in Roan Mt. Tennessee. A place we discovered several years ago and one that always helps restore and settle us from the cares of life.