There’s gold in them thar hills!

September 10, 2014

Circulating around the fringes of my reality are stories of COUGARS lurking in the shadows.

Thoughts of this took a front row seat as I wandered, in the moonlight, photographing the
harvest moon with only a tripod to protect me.

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Capturing the shimmering beauty of the harvest moon is a skill I have not yet mastered. You will have to use your imagination.

The soft hoot of an owl helped settle my wandering imagination allowing the moon shadows to
surpass the cougar shadows and opening my awareness to the beauty of the silver-shrouded night.

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As I watch the vibrant green of summer tire to the amber gold of Autumn, I am reminded
of another story which has circulated, for generations, around Hayden Creek Farm.

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Supposedly, gold bars were buried here. The location
of this treasure died with the burier.

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Male goldfinch on a sunflower.

While exploring with my young son, we often stop to overturn rocks and old timbers
in hopes of seeing a golden glimmer, but as of yet it is for only the rainbow to know.

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In truth, I know we have already discovered our ‘gold’. It is in the babbling of the brook in our forest,

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in the reflection of the wildflowers on our pond,

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in the rustling of the wind across our prairie,

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and in the creatures that share this plot with us.

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Female goldfinch on a sunflower.

It fills this place which we are blessed to call home.

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Yesterday, we had too many houses. Double mortgages dampened my joy. I forced myself to write hoping
to catch a career overnight. I prayed….

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please

sell.

It didn’t work.

I kept writing

and prayed

fervently…

PLEASE SELL.

Still nothing.

 

 

I stayed up later and later forcing myself to write more and more. And now, when the forcing has changed to longing and in the writing I feel joy- now the house sells.

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Shall I drop my pen?

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I think not.

Could it be there is a reason behind God’s timing?

I think so.

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Do

not

doubt,

you

are

heard.

Always.

Look for your ‘gold’ and when you find it let your soul be dazzled by its’ immeasurable value.

Latest Comments

  1. Marcia says:

    Please don’t stop writing, Julie! I am really enjoying your blog. My mom still talks about the gold buried somewhere. They looked for it as kids, so that tells you how long ago it was allegedly buried.

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  2. Kathy says:

    You have a gift for catching the beauty of God’s creation and speaking it into intimacy. Thank you for sharing.

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  3. Nick says:

    Julie, I am amazed at the beauty of your blog. (My sister didn’t even tell me about it–I happened to stumble across it on FB!) Your work needs to be published!

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