Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Isn't this picture pretty? It is Mt Etna. I chose this picture today because these last few days I have felt sort of like Mt Etna.
Aren't there times in all our lives when we feel like a volcano? It seems on the outside that all is well but underneath the surface our emotions and fears are bubbling like hot lava until they come spewing forth in an eruption either of anger, tears or hurt . I think it is more beneficial to us all to let off steam in slow short bursts rather than a big eruption.
I just moved back from Oregon and one of the things I learned living in the Northwest was that the beauty that is created there comes from the thing that makes it dangerous to live there and that is the fact that it is on the ring of fire. If you ever want to experience the awesome power of nature you need only go to Mt. St. Helen's. The time I went there it still is amazing to see the power that was unleashed there and still it is just beginning to recover some 31 years later.
I have learned that tears are sometime like the lava that spills from Hawaii's volcanoes and that tears can release the pressure that sometime build up inside our souls and that by releasing them it gives us the strength to face another day. It took me a long time to learn this because when I grew up tears were something to be hidden but the older I get the more value I see in them
.I guess I've learned that sometime I have to be weak to be strong. How about you?
One Thousand Gifts :
11.The sound of my dog snoring at night
12.My neice telling me she loves me
13.The escape to be found in a good book
14.The setting sun as it paints the sky in sherbert colors.
15.My sister telling me she was glad we moved back
16.The feel of my husbands body next me as we go to sleep
17.The taste of a homecooked meal
18.The laughter of children at play
19.For tears that cleanse my soul
20.For guilty pleasures like chocolate
“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations