I sit on my porch – in my favorite rocker – in the spring
and watch the dogwood trees blooming in the forest below.
In summer, I sit there, a glass of iced tea in hand, watching the hummingbirds visit the feeder. In the fall, I arrange a variety of pumpkins and squash up the steps and beside the door. And in winter, glorious winter, you will find me wrapped in one of my grandmother’s quilts swinging in the porch swing.
In summer, I sit there, a glass of iced tea in hand, watching the hummingbirds visit the feeder. In the fall, I arrange a variety of pumpkins and squash up the steps and beside the door. And in winter, glorious winter, you will find me wrapped in one of my grandmother’s quilts swinging in the porch swing.
This past week, when it wasn't raining, the dreary skies
blocked the sun. Sometimes I feel discouraged. Even looking out the window at
my garden is depressing – the flowers are gone, the plants are brown. I can feel
winter creeping into my soul.
As I sit on the porch, I am reminded that nothing lasts
forever. Winter, as dark and cold and rainy as it has been, will always be
followed by spring and then summer.
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| Another view |
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| The view from my porch |
My front porch is my sanctuary. Sitting there, I am not bothered by the demand and pressures of everyday life. Trouble and stress seem to melt away.
Everyone needs a porch – a sanctuary – where rest and
renewal can be found.
Do you have a sanctuary?
