Be Still

Today, go where you feel most alive! Surround yourself with friends and family that build you up and hold your heart with both hands. Honor YOU, by giving yourself permission to follow your heart and do what you love.

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It is the little things that mean the world to me.  A beautiful bloom, housing a tiny friend, instantly tickles my spirit.  A real letter, arriving in the mail, warms my heart.  Reaching out to others, with a simple smile or gesture, brings me pure joy.

Today, BE STILL while you embrace your whole, beautiful self with both hands.

Love Yourself…Embrace Yourself…Just Be You…

Roda

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Embrace YOU!

The Heat Is On…

My goal is to always have a positive outlook on life. Even on the coldest days, when the wind and snow hurt my face, I am thankful to be doing what I love, ALMOST every single day.  But, once in a while, something happens… There is one weather event that changes all of this. That one event, that makes perky, upbeat me become the evil and cranky creature of doom… HUMIDITY.

Warning…a bit of a sassy, dark side is about to come out in Roda!

I truly believe that humidity is sent directly from Lucifer’s den. There is no way Mother Nature could ever be in charge of this type of hellish occurrence. There is nothing beautiful about it. Trust me, I’ve tried to find the beauty in it and I have come to the realization that HUMIDITY is void of all things beautiful!

I popped out of bed, ready to embrace life. My list of gardening adventures for the day were some of my most favorites: pruning and tipping back blackberries and boysen berries, harvesting basil leaves for pesto and creating supports for the tomato plants. These mindless tasks allow my mind to wander and my soul to rest. But, before I could begin “My Adventure List” for a day in the garden, I needed to tend to the animals.

In the summer, we do the majority of our animal chores at dusk, when the animals are going to bed and the temperatures are more pleasant. This also allows for not only freshwater and full feed pans when the sun rises, but makes morning chores quick and easy! Within 30 minutes, ducks and chickens are released to free range, eggs are collected, hay is fed to goats/horses and love is given to all!

I was ready for my day. Chores would be completed quickly and I would have a whole day to garden. Then, I made the mistake of opening the door. There it was… A thick wall of moisture that instantly encompassed every inch of me. The air was like a hot tub and I did not want to be any part of the bath! (Grumble…grumble)

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It was 90 degrees outside and over 100 degrees in the hoop house!

In my opinion, there is a time and a place for sweat. I understand that if I’m exercising or doing physical labor, I’m going to “glisten“. I am prepared for this and choose to participate in these activities. I do not appreciate becoming instantly drenched walking outside. Collecting duck and chicken eggs should not cause someone to melt. It’s disgusting, it makes me sassy and bordering grumpy.  Wifey finds my humidity induced sassiness amusing, which is not helpful.

To Linda, The amazing Dragon Tamer from https://mainepaperpusher.wordpress.com/ I know if you’re reading this, you will automatically side with Wifey. Because of this, my fairies will be delivering a Gordon Lightfoot song right into your head, within minutes. Love and Hugs! 💚

Now, everyone will need to sit down for the next statement. It is serious. Today, I have vowed to not – go – outside.   There, I said it…  I will tend to my plants inside. There are lemon blueberry poundcake muffins in the oven, as I type. The air conditioning is low and I mean low. I created a force field around it, so if Wifey even tries to turn it up, she will fail.

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Today, I will enjoy Mother Nature’s beauty from inside.

Sunday is always my day to “Be Still”. Since it is too hot to move, I think I will start the practice of being still a bit early…

Love yourself… Embrace yourself… Just be you

Roda

Guest in Jest Submissions

Everyone enjoys laughter! Well, the amazing Maine Paper Pusher, who secretly tames dragons, has come up with a fabulous idea! Not only is her site hilarious to read, but she has pulled together extremely talented writers to participate in “Guest in Jest”! Check it out!  Remember…Laughter is the sound of the soul dancing…

Love Yourself…Embrace Yourself…Just Be You
Roda

Everyone Else Has the Best Titles

It’s time to get those submissions in for our soon-to-be regular Guest in Jest post.  This will be a weekly thing if we have enough interest.

Here are the rules:

  1. Tell us a bit about yourself, including where you are from.
  2. Give us some info about your blog.  Make sure to add a link to it.Write up something amusing.  It doesn’t have to be “laugh out loud funny,” but a bit of humor would be great.
  3. Write up something amusing.  It doesn’t have to be “laugh out loud” funny, but a bit of humor would be great.
  4. Pictures optional, but encouraged.
  5. The post can be one that has been posted before.
  6. The last rule is the most important one.  If you don’t like the previous rules, then write whatever you want.  🙂

That’s it.  The idea is that we learn a bit about our fellow bloggers and their blogs.  I…

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I Feel Like a Walking Hormone

I feel like a walking hormone and not in a good way!   I’m very experienced at what a walking hormone looks like –  I have three teenagers. I am an expert when it comes to hormones. I live first hand the days of tears one minute to piercing glances the next. Like I said, I have three adorable teenagers, therefore I am an expert when it comes to hormones. I really don’t even need to give you examples. That in itself says it all…

Ironically, the teenagers are not the current problem. I AM. I am the problem. I am the 45-year-old walking hormone. Now you might be thinking, “Good for her!”, “You go girl!” or “What’s your secret?!”  Don’t get your hopes up… Like I said, it’s not in a good way. Let me shed just a little light on my situation…

This morning, I needed to partake in my weekly adventure to our local Family, Farm and Home. Granted, in the days before the farm, Wifey and I would have enjoyed a weekly trip to Target. Our small farm, Indigo Acres, has grown quickly and is a home for over 130 adorable animals.   The weekly Target trip, with a cart full of snacks, a new graphic T and a serious amount of toilet paper has become a weekly journey to the farm store for animal feed, fly spray and meal worms. Needless to say, I’m living my dream.  After 22 years of teaching elementary education, I was ready to close that door and build my dream farm. Honestly, kids and farm animals have a lot in common, but that is a whole other blog post!

Now that I’ve given you a little background, allow me continue on with my struggle of being a 45-year-old hormonal female farmer… While at the farm store this morning, I was lifting 40 pound bags of feed. Normally, this would not be an issue. I am in great shape and exercise daily. I consider lifting feed a super arm workout and embrace the extra calorie burn! What I don’t embrace is the instant feeling of being dropped into the mouth of a volcano, filled with hot lava, while being covered in sweat, as if I was just out in a torrential down pour. I’m surprise someone didn’t stop me and ask if I just finished my first marathon! I was lifting chicken feed! Come on!  Thank goodness I was wearing my athletic gear. I’m hoping people assumed I just came from the gym. Maybe I inspired someone, with my HOT mess of self, to go and work out! Yes… Let’s go with that!

After checking out, I maneuvered my way, in the hot sun, to my candy apple red mini Cooper S, with black and white checkered mirror caps and a white stripe down the middle. Her name is Vern and she always makes me smile!   At this point, you’re probably thinking, “This woman is nuts! Hormones have made her completely and undeniably insane… She names her car! “.  To top it off, you are probably also thinking that it’s odd that I have a farm and don’t have a traditional farm truck. Nope… Can’t blame this one on hormones. I truly am just quirky.  Do what you love…love what you do!

Once Vern was loaded to the brim, I turn the AC on full blast.   My toes soon turned baby blue and goosebumps lined my arms, like little solders, trying to calm down the violent fury of heat, churning inside my body.  Maybe some tunes would calm my nerves.  I am passionate about music, so before I left the parking lot, I had to decide on a playlist.   I carefully selected one of my favorites called, “Love and Stuff”, thinking it would relax me. This playlist is filled with songs that remind me of my beautiful wife, aka “Wifey”.  The music began to fill the space around me, my body was relaxing and I was finally on my way home.

Within minutes, the tears started streaming down my face, as “You Matter To Me” by Sara Bareilles started playing. Considering the temperature in the car, I’m surprised icicles did not form on my cheeks! Granted, they would’ve probably melted instantly,  do to the raging fire that burned beneath my flesh. My sunglasses were steaming up and I could hardly see to drive. I quickly push the next button, hoping for something more upbeat.

Next up was ‘“Power of Two” by the Indigo Girls. I thought that would be safe. I love the Indigo Girls. I won’t admit to how many concerts I’ve attended, but they’ve told my story since “Closer to Fine” came out in 1989. Sadly, I was in wrong. Between the amazing acoustic guitar and Emily’s voice, I was done. Once again, sobbing uncontrollably while driving Vern.  This was serious and serious times require serious measures…dark chocolate!  I keep an emergency stash of treats in my bag.  Cookies, dark chocolate, etc. Don’t tell the teenagers. Well, it might help them with their own hormonal mood swings…  On second thought, don’t tell them.  I don’t share well, especially in my current state of emotion!

I quickly unwrapped that rich, almost frozen, chocolatey goodness.  I could feel every part of my body melting, in a good way!  There is something truly magical about chocolate… I thought I had gained enough composure to turn the volume back up.  I quickly pushed the next button, with hopes of something upbeat!  Then, it was all over… “I Belong to You” by Brandi Carlile echoed through Vern’s speakers.  What the hell was I thinking!?  Considering I was already a sweaty mess, my workout mix would have been the perfect choice!

At that point, I gave up and just turned my tunes off. I drove home in silence, trying to regain composure once again. I tried to look straight ahead, for fear that a single glance of a bird on a tree limb or cow in a pasture might push me completely over the edge.
I pulled in the driveway and was greeted by my youngest son, who reminded me that three of his hormonal friends would be coming over to swim in about 30 minutes. It will be loud, the fridge door will most likely be left open and the pantry will be emptied, completely.  But, I will take teenage hormones over my ticking time bomb of volcanic emotions any day!

As always…especially right now…

Love Yourself…Embrace Yourself…Just Be You

Roda

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Wonderous Waterfalls

During our time in Copper Harbor, Michigan, we spent a day exploring the wondrous waterfalls of the area!  Between the rigorous hikes and off-roading with the Jeep, we discovered some beauties…

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Our first destination…

This was our initial view of Manganese Falls from the beginning of the trail head. We knew there had to be a better view and were determined to find a way to the top.  After searching through the brush, we came across a smaller trail…

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Our initial view… then we started to climb!
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This was our view from the top!  It was beautiful and so worth the climb.  What an amazing 45 foot drop into the gorge!
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This is the magical flow that feeds the falls…

Our next stop was to view the Silver River Falls.

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Silver River Falls is located off of Highway 26.  These falls might not have an impressive drop, but their width and beauty make up for it!  And who doesn’t love an old stone bridge!

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Silver River Falls is about 7 feet high.

 I even took a few moments to focus on a few friends…

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We decided to cross the road to take a peek at what might be on the other side of the bridge.  I was so glad we did!  This turned out to be a shot that make me smile!

It was time to continue our waterfall adventure!  Our next destination would be Jacob’s Falls, with an impressive 60 foot drop!

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Jacob’s Falls

We had to explore this area.  I could feel it…there were fairies near!  It just felt magical!   We carefully climbed our way up the left hand side of the falls, using tree roots as our hand rail. Thank goodness the rocks were dry.

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Our oh so helpful hand rail!
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Our view from the top of the falls…

Although the view from the top of the falls was not very impressive, the view we were about to witness from behind was worth the climb!

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Fairies Live Here!
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I was waiting for a Hobbit to come out and say hello!
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Considering there was not a safe way to continue our climb, we decided to make our way back down the rocky fall’s edge.

Before we continued our waterfall adventures for the day, we had one very special stop to make…The Jam Pot!

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The Jam Pot is run by the Monks of the society of Saint John.    For more information about their life and history on the Keweenaw Peninsula visit:  http://www.societystjohn.com/ourlife/ourlife.phpr
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I highly recommend the pound cake!
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A view of the Monk’s Monastery, built on the rugged shores of Lake Superior.

After our delightful stop at the Jam Pot, we continued on to the impressive Eagle River Falls and Bridge.

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Although I am a fan of the hidden falls in the forest, this is one impressive beast, with its 60 foot drop!

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Eagle River Falls
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I am always amazed how that huge waterfall can end up flowing into this babbling stream, leading out to Lake Superior.
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Where Eagle River meets Lake Superior.

We had one finally destination left…Montreal Falls.  This journey was going to be our most challenging destination of the day…

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After some two-tracking with the Jeep, we found our trail head to Montreal Falls.
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Our trail soon became a bit more difficult to follow…but I had a feeling fairies were near!
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We landed in the midst of a forest of cedar trees.  We could hear trickling water, but could not locate it at first…always expect the unexpected… Make sure you listen for the Fairies!

​The Magic of Mother Nature…

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Our trail began to follow the ridge-line of Lake Superior’s shore.
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Once again, after a few more miles, the trail opened up and we could hear rushing water!
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Montreal Falls
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A view from the top

We knew there was an upper falls in this series.  We started to hike into the woods, uphill.  We only had a few hours of light left and a long hike back…what to do??  The weather made our decision for us…it started to rain!

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After a long, damp hike back, we were happy to see the Jeep!

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What an amazing day!  If only we would have purchased 1 dozen Monk Muffins!

Always remember…

Do What You Love…Love What You Do!

Love Yourself… Embrace Yourself…Just Be You…

Roda

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