just a pumpkin kind of day.

I awoke this morning to the familiar chill that comes with my quilt being on the floor instead of on my bed. It was 7:00, and even above the thin blankets pulled up to my nose, I could see the chilly fog outside my window, and imagine the little row of proud pumpkins on our front porch shivering in their coats of frost.

I read my Bible and hopped out of bed into the cool air, shivering as I left my warm pajamas for my jogging pants and sweatshirt. 

A waft of cinnamon tea followed me out the door as I left for my run, almost mocking the fact that I was abandoning my cozy bed for freezing air. The only thing that truly sympathized with my chill this morning was said row of pumpkins, who were indeed looking cold.

Today is just a pumpkin kind of day; I can feel it in my bones.

...What kind of day is today for you?

-lucia

-all photos via weheartit.com-

tuesdays.

Tuedays, I have noticed, come more frequently than any other day of our blessed week.

And I don't like Tuesdays.

Tuesdays are the days your cat gets locked indoors and uses your new skirt which you left lazily on the floor as a porta-potty, you are jolted awake at 1:00 a.m. as a result, school comes slowly, the piano won't cooperate (or maybe it's the fingers?), things go missing, and it starts to pour just as you start your daily run. Not to mention you lose four followers in one hour. I normally don't think about it too much, but..man. That was a little crazy. o.O

..But. Tuesdays are also the days when God decides, "Hey, Lucia could use a little cheering up. I think I'll show her an extra special verse to start the day off," and as soon as I peel my groggy eyes open at the crack of dawn to literally force myself to open my Bible:

"These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world."

{John 16:33}

Yeah. Sometimes I could just give the Lord a huge hug. :] I can't wait until the day I literally can.

 

So. Let's rephrase this post, shall we?

 

Tuesdays are just one of the many days I realize how blessed I am to wake up in the morning to a safe home, a square meal, and a cat who purrs apologies for past grievances. Tuesdays are the days I rejoice in what I've accomplished, and when I try my best to play music that is pleasing to God (if no one else). Tuesdays are the days a warm shower feels especially wonderful and cozy after a wet workout,  frenchbread and nutella are on the table waiting for me when I get home, and I rejoice in the fact that I am privileged to have the freedom to share my thoughts with the world--with you. 

 

 

I...can tolerate Tuesdays. :] 

as the leaves turn to gold..

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One day, I'm going to spend an Autumn season on the East Coast--preferrably in Vermont or Maine. Somewhere deep in the country where I can stroll along a rugged lane lined with crimson maples and golden oaks, breathing in the crisp air as millions of leftover leaves still in their bright splendor crunch beneath my feet; truly living Fall for once in my life.

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This side of the globe just doesn't satisfy my inner craving for a spectacular October, and I grow weary of the endless greys and browns that bless my unfortunate home state.

Just once, I want to climb to the top of some sun-kissed hill and gaze down at Fall-clad slopes, dutifully decorated with splotches of red and yellow and orange.

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I want to ride an Autumn wind in a sailboat just off the coast to admire the season's splendor from the water.

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I want to sit inside an old farmhouse sipping a cup of tea as evening approaches, watching the sun set behind the trees and drinking in the last light from behind a rippled window.

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..And I want to rise with the sun, take my sketchpad and paints to the front porch, and capture the scene before me so I will always remember. 

Perhaps next year? Perhaps the year after? Perhaps in fifty years? Perhaps never.

Nevermind. I have all I need right now, right here, right where God has placed me. If He wills me to see an East Coast Fall, so shall it be.

Still, what are your dreams? And what is your favorite season?

"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?"

~Alfred Lord Tennyson