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A new set of colored pencils sit pretty and sharpened and ready, full of possibility in my "M" mug. I envision a few different art ideas, and want to wait for when patience and focus and time are all in line. But then not wanting to wait for this moment, I pull out a coloring book. What page speaks to me in this moment? Picking the page is fun.
I choose a page with this quote;
It seems a fitting reminder, when I have visions of beautiful art and paintings to create, but instead in the cracks of times I am coloring in a coloring book.
My sister-in-law Shelby, bought me this coloring book; Illustrated by Jennifer Tucker, based on a favorite book of mine It's Simply Tuesday by Emily P Freeman.
She even had it signed for me.
Today I look back a the little note in the front of the book.
It makes me smile.
My friend Meredith deemed November, slow-vember after how fast October felt. I quickly embraced that name and the instagram hashtag too; #slovember. Join along if you would like!
In my last post about October, I expressed how that is what I am wanting in November too; a slowness, a savoring, a settling, a smallness.
So on Saturday, we slept in, I let dirty dishes and laundry and dust wait a little longer, while Jeff, Oliver, and I drove out of town to Natural Falls State Park, to the dripping springs.
Sometimes it's nice to leave our home to explore
hoping for a vast expanse of Fall follaige
a place that makes us feel nestled in nature yet offers scenic outlooks and spacious views too
The waterfall was the main attraction, but really I think it was the joy of moving around unbound outside in Fall weather with autumn leaves falling like they are floating, and piling up on the foot path.
We had never been to Natural Falls State Park.
Walking towards the trail, we pass through a small wintering Garden, with some dried out mums, only one or two wildflowers still hanging on. I overhear an elderly lady say they are the Oklahoma state wild flower.
She points them out to her friend admiringly, though most of the flowers are brittle and barely there.
I like the way she stopped to stare.
Oliver and Jeff would have kept walking, but of course I want to take a photo of a flower.
Where the Red Fern Grows was filmed at this park, which I didn't realize until we got there. The bathrooms labeled Little Ann and Old Dan and one trail named "Ghost Coon Trail". My heart feels tender. I made the mistake one year of reading this book out loud to my fourth graders. At the end, I could not hold it together, and one of my students volunteered to read the end for me. The memory makes me laugh now. Love that book and my sweet students. Also, I love ferns!
When we get to the waterfall basin there is only one pretty-pointless rail, that would not keep any toddler from falling in. We tell Oliver to be careful. Finally the group in front of us moves on, so it is just us for a little while. We sit down on the forest green benches with the Oklahoma emblem and listen to the dripping springs. Jeff spots the fuzziest caterpillar inching it's way on the rail over to our bench.
The month was a flash and a dream. Collecting seashells at the beach and meandering through gardens and art museums.
When my cousin-once-removed (or 2nd cousin I guess?), Emma, 10 years younger, similar curly hair, poem lover, journal writer, art loving, sensitive soul came to stay for a week as my first official overnight guest, I took her to all the places in Oklahoma I have wanted to visit but never made time for.
I love the term hometown tourist. Personally, I often need a nudge to get out there and explore, even my own city and state.
We toured Price Tower designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. They call it the tree that escaped the crowded forest, because it was originally designed to be built in New York City. When the depression hit plans for it's construction crumbled. So Frank found another path to completion, in the small oil-boom town of Bartlesville, Oklahoma.
Years later they almost tore down the beautiful unique building, because it was thought to be an eye-sore and it was not very functional. I am so glad this did not happen.
From there we drove to Pawhuska, Oklahoma, an even smaller town to eat at the Pioneer Woman Mercantile.
I ate a chocolate almond pastry. so good.
It made my heart happy to drive through the Oklahoma countryside away from the bigger cities to visit these small town treasures.
I also took Emma to the philbrook museum, and as we entered through the lobby doors, I was caught breathless by surprise, greeted by thousands of colorful yarn strings hanging high overhead shifting shades and tones and color from every angle.
The next week after Emma left, little ones in fairy wings and superhero capes filled my house with the magic of cuteness. a perfect october bookend.
Oliver was "lightning speed" for halloween. Most people thought he was the superhero Flash, but he actually doesn't know who Flash is. He wanted to be literal lightning speed.
And it was fitting to end this month that went by in a whirl, with Oliver zooming around like lightening.
In one of my favorite children's books, Emily of New Moon written by LM Montgomery, she puts words on the way this past month felt for me; like a flash and flutter.
Now it's November. And I think I want to soak in some stillness and quiet and ordinary. Watch the leaves fall and fold clothes. Carry on with a thankful heart and remember God is good and God is kind and God is gentle and God is my strength.
The last few days while reading my Bible and filling out my Sacred Ordinary Days planner I came across these few scriptures and a quote that I want to recall and reflect on this month. Maybe these words will encourage and inspire you too:
1. from the psalms
2. quote from my sacred ordinary days planner
3. The Beatitudes
3 “God blesses those who are poor and realize their need for him,[a]
for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.
4 God blesses those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5 God blesses those who are humble,
for they will inherit the whole earth.
6 God blesses those who hunger and thirst for justice,[b]
for they will be satisfied.
7 God blesses those who are merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
8 God blesses those whose hearts are pure,
for they will see God.
9 God blesses those who work for peace,
for they will be called the children of God.
10 God blesses those who are persecuted for doing right,
for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.
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