A Cold and Barren land? or Naw?


Barren Land is defined as the following:
“incapable of producing offspring, seed, or fruit; sterile: a barren tree. 2. unable to support the growth of crops, etc; unproductive; bare: barren land. 3. lacking in stimulation or ideas; dull: a rather barren play.”

Barren | Define Barren at Dictionary.com

Isaiah 41:18

17“The afflicted and needy are seeking water, but there is none, And their tongue is parched with thirst; I, the LORD, will answer them Myself, As the God of Israel I will not forsake them. 18“I will open rivers on the bare heights And springs in the midst of the valleys; I will make the wilderness a pool of water And the dry land fountains of water.

This picture I took at the lake where I walk reminded me of this verse. The lake ebbs and flows with abundance and lack of water from season to season. The water level again is down but it will rally. There is hope. This is life for all of us. We arrive with nothing to offer but cries and demands and we often exit the same way. Some go peacefully, so go kicking and screaming, but we all…go. Just like the water, and the leaves, we will bear fruit for a season or perhaps many seasons. There is not a human alive who does not produce which is part of the ultimate plan. What will our focus be? Shall we focus on the measurement of productivity or the delight in the process?
I look at the picture and somehow find it remarkable that even when the land is bare there is a faint and distant nudge toward the thought that somehow, someway the water will one day again flow. The crops will be abundant. The children will all be fed. The parched will thirst no more. And to that horizon we look in awe of abundance we all may access. May all who thirst drink deep of life and know the God of Israel will not forsake us.

Let’s Walk & Talk


Today was similar to my bike riding kind of days. Yesterday there was rain. This pic was taken a while back. After a ride there was time to fly a kite. The days are nice and long now that May has passed. Relax is a word that comes to mind when I ride with no angst. If all days could be enjoyed like these moments the world would know peace.

Angst is conjured up with my thoughts around scheduled events. I can have an evening event to attend and the hours leading up to it will feel laden with tension around my thoughts about attending the event. What to wear, what vehicle has enough gas to transport me, will there be any scheduling issues, will the humans I reside with (who haven’t communicated all day) decide to unleash their thoughts and ideas 5 minutes before departure, or will I have to let the dog out one last time before I leave and clean up the cat hairball vomit before the dog gets to it. And on, and on it goes if I allow my thoughts to get the best of me. Do those things happen often? Yes, but do they have to torture me? They do if I let them.

I love to read and I surf the information highway as often as I can. I am an information junkie. My reading these past few days have brought me to reflect on my blessings as a way to calm the mind. Deborah King encourages people to journal and list the good things that the day brings and Spirit or God allows us. I grew up singing “Count your many blessings, name them one by one,” so, this is not a new concept. It is, however, one I look forward to doing like a bedtime ritual. My thoughts around counting or looking for the blessings of the day like one would hunt Easter eggs, some in broad daylight others behind the stumps, has brought me to my bright idea. Not a new one to the world, but one I realize I am ready to pursue during my Walk and Talk Time at the lake.

It showed up as I walked along the lake’s water edge. Why not ask people to meet at the parking lot by the playground and walk with me to the large stones about 20ish minutes south to meet for at least 10 minutes of gratitude? “10 Minutes of Gratitude!” What a great idea. It takes 20 minutes to walk and contemplate the blessings they want to share, then 10 minutes of gratitude at the stones as a type of silent meditation, followed by 20ish minutes of sharing the blessings walking back. There is power in like-minded mindfulness. The scriptures say, “Where two or more are gathered in my name, there am I in the midst.” Matthew 18:20 KJV

Why would this not bless those that make time for it? It is a win-win event. Blessings are always a great idea. Are you in? Leave a message here or contact me on Walk & Talk Time FB page or  Twitter to schedule a time. Let’s Walk and Talk! It’s Time!

Encouraged by my own words? Really?! What a nice surprise!

It’s been a while but the desire is still there! I fell asleep so early and now am blessed with quiet time to reflect. Just woke up alert and as life offered me the gift of returning to a trusted place, I picked up the iPad mini to find the ease of reading my posts from WalkTalkTime! Wow! Inspiration from myself! How could that be and what a nice gentle loving reminder of where encouragement flows. It flows from life itself! My last post was the day I walked 9 plus miles around the Lake! September it was. Now ever so near the end of February 2014. Only one more 9 week period before summer break. Hardly seems possible.

I noticed as I read my entry about the nine mile trek that I spelled the word dam (concrete holding or retaining water) wrong and consistently added the “n” to it making the word an expletive! That makes me laugh. Maybe that day the dam side of the lake was an expletive. I’m very proud of my effort that day. I surprised myself on that trek as I surprise myself in this early morn, picking up this device to continue a venture into the unknown of blogging! I encourage others with more talent than myself to do this and yet, why don’t i?

So there you have it as my youngest sister would say.

Like the 9 miles around the lake ended with lemonade, a celebration if you will, which for me is reason enough to continue any endeavor I enjoy. Lemonade or celebration you might ask, which is the reward? Funny! I think it is both! They are equal and similar and interchangeable! As much as I enjoy the reward and celebrating with lemonade though, I am reminded constantly that life is about the “journey” not the destination. The moment is the true lemonade.

On to more Walking and Talking! Or both or either! I like it all! No matter if Sandy thinks it a journey of one soul. I think he meant it would not attract or market to the masses. Would I want to? Quite simply no! I want to coach people preferably one at a time but really without perimeters. That would be like putting “God” in a box. Not likely, nor a good thing to do!

Peace out my home fries! Until next time middle of the night or mid day, or high noon!
Let’s keep Walking and Talking! It will do us all good!