"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into the tress. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like Autumn leaves."
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John Muir~
After explaining about the dream, my inability to control my emotions, and the realization that the approaching holidays will be our firsts without her, he gathered me in his arms and said, "Let's get away for the day." I was reluctant at first but finally agreed. One hour later found us setting off for the highest mountain in our state. This weekend was the peek of our autumn foliage, a perfect time to take a drive.
The first part of journey we zipped past fields and farmland sitting in silent companionship. I drank in the beauty of the blue skies, the golden fallow fields, and weathered barns. I kept my eyes turned to the gentle rising slopes of the mountains with the patchwork quilt of autumn colors rising and stretching out before me. 
I saw the sign for the turn off to lead us up to the mountain and questioned Handy Hubby as to why we were turning in the opposite direction. He said he had it all mapped out on his GPS. He says that often the GPS will map you through a shortcut and we would probably meet up with the other road by and by. I am doubtful but agree to follow his lead, after all, he was driving. We wend our way down a pretty pastoral area with old farmhouses. I content myself with the new scenery. We turned off onto a nice wooded paved two lane road. 
From there we were directed onto a paved one and one half lane road. Then onto a one lane road. Next came a dirt road that lead to a steeply deeply rutted washed out pig trail climbing up the mountain with no possibility of turning around. Both sides of the road were flanked with woods, one sliding off the steep embankment and the other rising to the sky. I am trying to hold my tongue, visions of a gaping hole in the oil pan and no possible way to identify where we were dancing in my head. My teeth are jarring with every scrape and bounce and I am longing for the four wheel drive resting in my driveway back home.
We finally crest the top and find a truck parked in the middle of the trail in front of us. It turned out to be two forest ranges. They were stunned that we would even attempt such a road in a car. One of them quipped, "I thought that was an awful nice car to be driving up this way." This after my sheepish husband explained the whole GPS thing and that we had a four wheel drive at home and had we known we would have driven it. We were assured that a few yards ahead we would hit the edge of the park and the road was maintained and the worst was over. They led us out to where the road widened and waved us on. The first hazy glimpse made it worth the climb.
Around the bend we got another glimpse of the mountains majesty.
We traveled down the smooth paved park road flanked on both sides by a flaming forest.
I slowly felt the earlier mornings sadness lift as the mountains shared their good tidings. I could feel natures peace permeate the painful places in my heart. It was a veritable flood of sunshine that warmed me in the deepest places. We stopped at every outcropping and overlook gasping at the grandeur laid out before us. Rolling hill after rolling hill of undulating color invited our gaze to the horizon.
I stood studying this formation through my camera lens.
I noticed a deep cleft in the face of the rock.
While I was standing there I thought of Moses being hidden in the cleft of a rock, God's protective hand covering him as He passed by. I realized with a start that I had asked the very same thing of God that morning sitting on my steps as Moses did in Exodus 33:18, "Show me your glory (in this day because I need to sense your nearness)." I was seeing His glory spread out before me in His colorful creation. I was viewing a picture of divine refuge and feeling the protective overshadowing of His hand on my wounded heart. Deeply moved I settled back into the car as we drove to the next vista.
After meandering over the mountain top we took in one last sweeping view and wound our way back down the mountain via the recommended road.
At the bottom of the mountain we took a slight detour to a lake tucked away in a cove. The leaves were really putting on a quite the show along the banks of the water. A riot of red was the oaks choice of color.
The small lake quietly rippled in the breeze while I looked at more showy leaves.
Handy Hubby leaned back the car seat for a small nap as I wandered the shore of the lake, sitting for a while listening to the wind blowing through the overhead branches, watching the leaves dance and spin to the ground.
The wind did blow a freshness into my soul with each whisper. I moved closer to the shore resting against a tree.
I relaxed and watched my cares drop away like the leaves into the water. I saw them get caught up in the tide, wash and cling to the shores edge, and pile up in a heavy and soggy heap. There they rested, tossed to and fro by the waves. I likened them to my emotions of that morning. I got caught up in an emotional tide that built up into a heavy heart that left me in a soggy sobbing heap. There I rested being tossed on the emotional tide. 
Grieving is part of the natural healing process after losing a loved one but it doesn't have to leave us clinging to the edge of the shore. We don't have to drift in its grip. Releasing this storms emotional tide into the sheltering hands of the One who heals, I was able to gain energy to enter into this new season of life. Times and seasons will change. Those who people my world will come and go. But this I know, the One who knows me best and loves me the most, is unchangeable. He will lend His Spirit to refresh me when I need it. He will let His peace flow into me through His Son-shine. He will use my life storms to reveal Himself and His energizing power to carry on. He will allow my cares to drop away like autumn leaves as I rest against Him.
I turned to see that my knight in shining armour had awakened and my chariot awaited.
We made our descent further down into the valley homeward passing cattle grazing on the hillside as I softly hummed a hymn. I rested in my trusted guidance system, GOD, knowing that He had it all mapped out no matter how bumpy the ride. I knew I would meet up with my grandmother on a heavenly highway by and by.
The dream still lingered in the recesses of my heart and mind but without the heaviness. I realized that just as our day had held a detour, the trip took much longer that anticipated, and the route we traveled was really rough, the climb was worth it all.
"I will sing of Your power, yes; I will sing aloud of Your mercy in the morning: for You have been my defense and refuge in the day of my trouble." Psalm 59:16
"I will lift up my eyes unto the hills, from where my help comes from. My help comes from the LORD, which made heaven and earth." Psalm 121:1-2
Blessings,
Miss Sandy
I have been suffering with a little autumnal envy. All around blogdom pumpkins are popping up in posts. Colorful leaves are being scattered across lawns. Whispers of cool breezes are being bandied about. Autumn decor is making its debut. And here I sit in the sunny sweltering south with temperatures hovering in the 90's and not a hairs breath of a breeze.
Barely able to contain myself I ventured out into the morningtide. I was awestruck by the tickle chill of the north wind and the warring of the warming sunlight sending shivers over my skin. The taste of autumn was in the air, tangy and tangible. Relishing the cool zest I slowly strolled toward the wooded path looking for more ingredients of autumn. It was with glee that I found small samplings of what I was looking for...sage, saffron, curry, and cocoa, spicy warm rich colors.
I placed them on a platter like the choicest of delectable delights, my only means of autumnal decor. Its too early yet for there to be much bounty, in all honesty these are more than likely a result of heat rather than seasonal change. Still, they were such a feast for the eyes.
I garnished them with moss, illumining them with twinkling candle light, honoring and elevating their welcome presence...
Barely able to contain myself I ventured out into the morningtide. I was awestruck by the tickle chill of the north wind and the warring of the warming sunlight sending shivers over my skin. The taste of autumn was in the air, tangy and tangible. Relishing the cool zest I slowly strolled toward the wooded path looking for more ingredients of autumn. It was with glee that I found small samplings of what I was looking for...sage, saffron, curry, and cocoa, spicy warm rich colors.
I placed them on a platter like the choicest of delectable delights, my only means of autumnal decor. Its too early yet for there to be much bounty, in all honesty these are more than likely a result of heat rather than seasonal change. Still, they were such a feast for the eyes.
I garnished them with moss, illumining them with twinkling candle light, honoring and elevating their welcome presence...
I served them up in a morning tea time setting among a mixture of natural elements... 
Books as blue as the autumnal sky and silk cording as warm as the golden sun...
Prickly pine cones, pretty pebbles, weathered wood...
And coppery highlights...
The centerpiece being a tray of treats, delectable delights, whetting the palate for the full and flavorful season to come...
Now that I have had a petite sampling of azure, molten gold, crimson, amber, moss, and mahogany sweetly glazed with a dancing breeze and made savory by the seasoning of the sun, a tangible taste that I have held in my hand...
I am content to wait for its arrival, putting away autumnal envy, enjoying its sweet stirrings and small fragrant sips. A perfect morning tea. A taste of autumn.
