Life Through the Eyes of Dr. Seuss

Often, when I begin a new post, I have no idea what to write about or where it will lead.  Today, it is no exception as I began to thread thoughts.... and it led to Dr. Seuss!  I am sure that many of you recall reading Dr. Seuss books to your children years ago.  As I revisited the whimsical sayings of Dr. Seuss,  I came into a new appreciation of the author's insight and deep reflection into life.  Here are a few examples.....

 

How did it get so late so soon?

Its night before its afternoon.

December is here before its June

My goodness how the time has flewn.

How did it get so late so soon? 

 Dr. Seuss was the pen name for Theodor Seuss Geisel (1904-1991). He was a famous author and illustrator, among the list of books being - The Cat in the Hat and Green Eggs and Ham. Beloved by generations, his simple style with words struck a chord with both children and adults alike. Part of his success was due to a personal philosophy in his perception of life. He states, "I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living; it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities."

One of the joys of photography is often looking at the wrong end of a telescope, or camera lens for that matter.  A picture can emit numerous emotions from the viewer ranging from joy to sorrow and all that lies between.  The photo can project an essay or a sentence or even one word.  I use the below picture to make my point.  I happened to catch my cat in a comical pose on camera and the below caption from Dr. Seuss befits a truth.  So often in aspects of society, we try to "fit in" and lose ourselves in the process.   

"Why fit in when you were born to stand out" - Dr. Seuss

If you are not familiar with Dr. Seuss, I encourage you to read his books. And if you have books preserved in a box, a remnant from days gone by, go search them out and re-read for simple enlightenment. Here is a fun website to go to for more information about Theodor Seuss Geisel and "seussville".... http://www.seussville.com/

I invite you to return to The Turn-Up Patch.  It isn't Seussville, but I hope you enjoy my bi-monthly posts.  Next one will be on Monday, June 6.....  See you then!

 

Hello Spring!

Spring has sprung in Grant County!  It's always amazing to me how quickly trees and foliage take on a new life after the bare branches of winter.  Flowering buds and leaves seem to explode overnight in multi-colored dimension.  Perennials pop out of the ground along with the lush green grass of lawns and fields.  You know that spring has definitely arrived when our horses display a disinterest in eating hay set before them and prefer to wander off for the taste of new grass growth. 

WELCOME, sweet season of delight,

what beauties charm the wond'ring sight

in thy enchanting reign!

English poet, Elizabeth Bentley (1767-1839), wrote the above words in her 'Ode to Spring'.  Her poetry celebrates the beauty of the land and a deeper meaning of seasons correlating within the cycles of human life.

As you can tell in the above photos, the snow of winter still likes to intrude on the emergence of spring as it gives a few 'last hurrahs' around the surrounding countryside.  Quite a contrast as one season gives way to the other.  And so it is with Elizabeth's thoughtful words illustrated in her poem, which goes on to say.....

    We see fair Spring advances fast,

With Summer in the rear;

Soon Autumn's shades will interpose

And a succeeding Winter close

The swift-revolving year.

Of human life an emblem true,

The early morn of youth we view,

In Spring's delightful face; 

Meridian life's a Summer's day,

With Autumn fades; its quick decay,

In winter's blast we trace.

Then let us prize each fleeting hour,

Improve the moments in our pow'r, 

E'er time shall cease to be;

Then shall our spirits, taking wing,

Be crown'd with an eternal Spring,

From Wint'ry storms set free. 

Come back  to The Turn-Up Patch where we will visit again on Monday, May 23.

Morning Has Broken

I took this sunrise photo recently and what came to my mind, is a favorite hymn called "Morning Has Broken".  Written by Eleanor Farjeon in 1931, the poem achieved international fame when the lyrics were put to music by Cat Stevens in 1971.  It became a hit, rising high in the charts both in the United States and the UK.  Part of the attraction of this hymn, is not to take each day for granted but rather gratitude of experiencing a new day....

Mine is the sunlight,

mine is the morning

Born of the one light,

Eden saw play

Praise with elation,

praise every morning

God's recreation

of the new day.

As it was on the first day in the Garden of Eden, this song of praise is a reminder of creation giving thanks to the Creator in the dawn of morning.   However, as our human condition became broken since the fall in Eden, there are days when mornings are less than glorious.  Times of adversity, disappointments and depression can block an internal sunrise in aspirations of newness of life.  None of us are immune to the hardships in life since we have all experienced the good and bad times in living.  During those 'less than perfect days', there is an antidote to the toxin of sadness and despair when it overtakes and shadows any remote sense of happiness.  

This song talks of praising God.  What is praise exactly??  Some definitions are but not limited to...
admire, commend, cheer, compliment, approve, grateful homage.  I have heard it said that praise is the devil's death knoll as it dispels darkness.   Praise brings sunshine into a gray day.... and morning has broken!  I return to a recent quote that I used in a past post that states:  "There is beauty laced within this day... be courageous enough to find it, be kind enough to share it and at the end of the day, be wise enough to let it go."

Be sure to check out this You Tube Video of Cat Stevens singing "Morning Has Broken" and be encouraged.....   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=we-n-Zmglt0

Until we meet again at The Turn-Up Patch on Monday, May 9th.... 

Beyond the Fog

The season is in change as we move into early Spring when buds and blossoms appear.  The color green is everywhere on pastures and hillsides alike, transforming the landscape in evidence of new life from the dullness of winter.  Fog has appeared at varied times as cold and wet meets with the warming earth in atmospheric struggle.  I took the below photos recently as the film of fog gives off its own beauty.  Dried weeds from last year took on their own form of beauty cloaked in droplets of frozen water as the fog lifted.

Fog is described as an obscuring haze - water vapor as clouds lying close to the ground limiting visibility.  It covers and envelopes what lies beyond.  In unfamiliar surroundings, particularly driving,  it can be a source of anxiety and confusion when the fog cloud is so thick, it blocks what is immediately ahead.  This brings to mind several scriptures that can be related to a spiritual fog that requires a guiding influence....

"I have much more to say to you, more than you can now bear" (John 16:12)  Jesus came from the Author of Wisdom, Knowledge and Truth - He had complete awareness of things past, present and future.  He could only share a fragment of this understanding to His disciples - they were limited in comprehension.  This particular scripture goes on to say that the Spirit of Truth comes and will guide.  As time has progressed, the fog shifts and lifts, so we catch glimpses of the Eternal, but only in degrees of perception.

"Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity.  All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely" 
(1 Corinthians 13:12).   In the next verse of this scripture passage, it states that three things remain - faith, hope and love, the greatest being love.  

It takes faith to venture forth in the fog - to believe  in the mystery of God Himself.  It takes hope to inspire  when we can only partially see in His mystery.   It takes love to fuel  faith and hope in becoming complete, and the mystery of God is no-more and we see face to face.


Thank you for visiting the Turn-Up Patch.  Please drop by again!  See you again on Monday, April 25...

The Miracle Within - Part 2

We have just celebrated Easter - Jesus!  the Resurrection and the Life.  What does this all mean?  Far from the Cross, we are quite familiar with the traditional easter bunny, decorated eggs and baskets of sweets that awaits on Easter morning.   Easter became a merging of legend and spring equinox with the Christian celebration of a new era heralding the resurrection of Christ.  

Out of the dark violence on Golgotha with the torture of the cross and death, came an explosion of Light that has resonated for over 2000 years.  In the Christian faith, the cross became a symbol of victory - the Risen Savior, the Christ.  His arms were outstretched on the Cross, nailed to beams in constrained pain.  These same arms in the power of Resurrection, seeks to hold us - for us to know His embrace of Love that revives and restores to new life.

There is another dictionary definition of easter, which means a wind from the east.  This is significant as the root of the physical life of Jesus is located in the middle east of this world.  His death and resurrection occurred in the east and by the power of His Rising, there came a spiritual mighty wind from the East.  You cannot see wind but you can see the effects of wind upon the elements of earth and feel its presence.  This mighty wind is symbolic of the Holy Spirit - as a sixth Sense referred to in my last post, "The Miracle Within".  The force of the Spirit - pulsating in power to move and shake and yet can be as a gentle breeze upon our spiritual landscape.  If we take our arms and with hands held upon our chest - the miracle lies beneath the tissue of skin, marrow of bone and muscle of heart.  Our hands rest upon a union with the Spirit of God.  He is not a far off God!  We need not look to the heavens or to a church building to find Him but look within to touch Eternal Life, our Source to whom we belong, where we live and move and have our being.

 
I end today's post with another quote from Helen Keller.  It is short and simple and yet, profound... "What I am looking for is not out there, it is within me."


Until we meet again at The Turn-Up Patch on Monday, April 11.

The Miracle Within

Everyday miracles in beauty are all around us and we are exposed to them through our human senses in sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste.  Who can argue how the scent of fresh rain or the fragrance of a flower or even food cooking in the kitchen, can be a miracle in smell.  With food, there comes the miracle of taste as flavors abound that passes through our palate.  There is the miracle of touch in wonder of softness and texture in the created world around us, from the feel of velvet to soft kitten's fur.

I often think of Helen Keller, a great woman who overcame her inability to hear or to see and go on to live a productive live in her contributions to society.  How could you ever phantom God's palette of colors from a glorious sunrise to a bouquet of flowers without sight.  How could you envision the blush in a baby's cheek to a majestic mountain towering into the sky or to ocean waves that crash upon the shore, leaving a puddle of foam.  In the absence of hearing, how can you conceive that same sound of the wave as it reaches shore and of the ebb and flow of the tide.   How can you conceive the sound of laughter, of music, of the noise of nature all around us.  

I propose, using Helen Keller as an example, that she tapped into a sixth sense that not only compensated for her disabilities but enabled her to see and to hear in a richer dimension beyond the five outward senses.  It is available to us all but few of us are aware since we are cognizant only of  the physical.  It is the miracle within.

Mark Batterson in his book, Primal, gives an excellent analogy.... "The Holy Spirit compensates for our sensory limits by enabling us to conceive of things we cannot perceive with our five senses.  Think of him as a sixth sense.  The revelation of the Spirit gives us extrasensory perception.  He helps us to see the invisible and hear the inaudible.  But that sixth sense has to be cultivated much like our five senses.

Before our spiritual eyes are opened, the world is only 13 inches in diameter.  It's like we live in a low-definition, two-dimensional world.  Then the Holy Spirit gives us depth perception.  He opens our eyes to see the ordinary miracles that surround us, the ordinary miracles that are us.  It's like spiritual cataracts are removed to reveal a reality that was always there.  Slowly yet sovereignly, the soul takes on width and breadth and depth as it is filled with wonder.  It expands to the size of our God-given imagination and beyond."
 

A double rainbow at the arena outbuilding

The end of the Rainbow

Recently, my camera and I were witness to a miracle in "catching a double rainbow" as shown in the above photos.  It was prevalent in strength and beauty, which hit at the roof of the arena building and ended in the opposite pasture behind the house.  Sorry! No gold at the end of rainbow; just an old ranch truck and a few pieces of farm equipment.  The rainbow was so close, I was caught in its aura, which I still can't quite define.  If you can imagine walking through a rainbow, gripped in its hues that clouded the immediate scenery in an unworldly color.  It was an awesome moment - a blessing in sight and in heart. 

A Helen Keller quote defines a rainbow moment and the miracle within.... "I believe that God is in me as the sun is in the color and fragrance of the flower - the Light in my darkness and the Voice in my silence."


Until we meet again at The Turn-Up Patch on Monday, March 28....

Time

Two weeks have shot by and already it is the end of February in this year of 2016.  Time - the hours, minutes and seconds that tick by in our daily lives,  leave us breathless and often bewildered.  Breathless, since there doesn't seem enough time in the cycle of keeping up.  Bewildered, as to where did time go in the passage of years that flew by.  I have written in the past about the seasons of life and many of us find ourselves in the winter season, wondering... what happened!  It was just yesterday, that a younger face stared back at me from the mirror.  It was just yesterday, a young Marine and a Canadian girl became man and wife.  It was just yesterday, two beautiful daughters were toddlers exploring the new world around them.  It was just yesterday, so many happenings defining our world in this rhythm of time that ebbs and flows around us.  Changes are constant - some can be subtle and not immediately obvious and some can scream for immediate attention in this engagement called a lifetime.  

This is a hillside view of the mountains we are privileged to see where we live.  If you look closely,  the scenery really isn't black and white but edited in an infrared filter.   The infrared made the ordinary into extraordinary using the accents of black and white - of dark and light.  The field you see below the mountains are being prepared for spring and the hills themselves are showing zebra stripes of  bare ground and snow.  These same hills and fields will soon be changed into shades of green and brown heralding spring.  These are familiar changes to us and to be expected in the season of time.  And so it goes with our lives.

A quote from N. Maria Kwami..."But time soon passes.  Even the deepest pain eventually loses its edge in the more vivid reality of the present; then, what once was unbearable becomes strangely familiar.  And after much familiarity, it assumes the insignificance of just another milestone, ever marking the journey to higher ground."

A popular Bible quote on time out of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8  "For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing..."

In closing, click on this link and listen to "Clocks".  It is one of my favorite tunes - less on words and more of an instrumental in this particular arrangement.  Clocks was originally composed in music and lyrics by a group called Coldplay.  This rendition was performed by "The Red Hot Chili Peppers", a band from Scotland and those bagpipes do a great job with Clocks...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGYh4g_ekiQ 

Until we meet again at The Turn-Up Patch on Monday, March 14....