We live in a broken, muddy world, but it is beautiful & created for good. God can use it all for His glory.
23 July 2019
Selador - Book Announcement!
If you have been reading my blog for a little while, you might have read several chapters in a little story I have been writing called Selador. But what I posted on here is only a part of the story. It continues onward and I am so excited to say that I have finished the story, at least for now (I have so many ideas).
Things have been a bit more quiet on here lately because most of my spare time has been dedicated to editing/tweaking this little book. In addition, I have been working on formatting it for publication, which I am doing through Amazon (self-publishing).
This is thrilling, and also terrifying. To see my story in print is a joy. It's every writer's dream. But it is also scary to share a story that comes from the depths of my heart and imagination, for the world might judge it, criticize it, and think it not good enough.
But I have learned that God has given each of us gifts, and those gifts do no good staying hidden away. Instead, we are meant to share our gifts, and let God do the work from there. We are to let our lights shine for His glory. I am putting my trust that this little story may reach a few people, and the Lord will take it from there.
Details:
The book is called: Selador: The Book of Time
Available: On Amazon - Click HERE
About 138 pages
A small book you can tuck into your pocket. Take it with you to the coffee shop, the pool, on the train, waiting in a queue, waiting for your haircut appointment, and dive into Selador whenever you have some time. This is my first dabbling in writing a story. In fact, I have never finished any story I have started! I have found that is is not easy to write good stories, but I have felt such joy in writing this little tale, I hope to write more.
Check out my book if it seems to strike your fancy, and my prayer is that you enjoy it, and love getting swept through a mysterious door to another realm, which much to learn and explore.
If you buy the book, take a photo of how you read it, wherever you are, and send it to me, or tag me on Instagram (@muddymusings).Use the hashtag #readingselador
I would love to see how you are enjoying the realm of Selador, and I hope to share some favourites here on the blog!
17 July 2019
The Pathway to Waterfalls
Step out, take a deep breath, and take a little walk down into the ravine to approach the powerful waterfall. The sound will greet you before you can see it. The thrill of that first glimpse of the water fills you each step down the sloping walkway. And at last curving around one bend, you see the waterfall in its stunning normalcy. The water never takes a break, but is continuously flowing down the mountain, coming to this break in the landscape, providing a spectacular rush of nature, and continuing onward, downward.
This is a favourite waterfall for us to visit every time we come up here, Dry Falls. This time it was with mum, my brother, and my niece. I remember coming here as a kid, and loving the mystical, magical wonder of the place. This is where you get to walk underneath and behind the wall of water, which amazes me. It's loud, misty, cool, and slippery going behind the fall, but so worth it. It's like stepping through a doorway to a magical woodland realm lined with mosses, lichen, ferns, and all kinds of mountain greenery.
This kind of landscape is nourishment to my imagination. These dense woodland trees and plants all hold secrets and hidden passages. The rocks hold ages of history as they slowly erode and are shaped and forms by weather and water.
When I am walking along these paths (or any paths through the mountain forests) I see a worn away path that the elves use just over there. I look for the notches in the rocks that are the doorways into the mountains for the dwarves. My imagination watches for these myths to come to life. It makes the walk even more enjoyable. As my mind seeks out the stories, I am fed just by observing and paying attention. It's a beautiful world that we get to explore. What a gift it is to be able to take a little time to appreciate it.
12 July 2019
Forest Tales
Come, occupy my silent place
and make thy dwelling there.
More grace is wrought in quietness
than any is aware.
- John Oxenham
Forest Tales
Morning light filtered through green leaves
To the mossy ground, chilled and calm.
White blooms of rhododendron burst
and speckle the forest, single flowers
drop down to the soft, gurgling creek
and take a swim down the hill.
A tucked away retreat, deep in the
forest perched on the mountain.
A safe place to restore your soul.
Just listen to the stream, or chirping birds
so cheerful. The green glow of mossy rocks
makes me imagine it is the pathway
for the elves who pass this way,
to their dwelling even deeper in the forest.
I rest here on the outside of their realm, but
the pathway into their woodland is
just there, where that mossy rock
carpeted in green and lichen meets
the small stream over the
smooth black rocks.
08 July 2019
Mountain Song
Deep in the woods, away from all -
The mossy green grows abundantly
In these shaded woods and waterfall.
My soul is soothed by forest sounds
Birdsong, stream gliding over smooth river rock,
sing-song chirps bring life to the calm,
Clear, cold, crisp runs smooth without block
As it freely flows down the mountain
Flowing by the trees, a joyful sound
of spirited waters nourishing the trees, lichen,
greeny mosses, mushrooms, as they grow.
Written in Scaly Mountain, NC at our little log cabin retreat.
03 July 2019
In the Blue Ridge Mountains
Let every living thing
sing of the mercies of our God.
Let us exalt Him whenever we live
with thanksgiving and joy
in our hearts
If we don't praise Him
the mountains will.
If we don't exalt Him,
the rocks will cry out.
- Lawrence Chewning
It is a blissful 58 degrees F. I want to soak it all in as much as possible. My heart feels these woods like a home. I sit in the log cabin, at the back table with the door open. The sounds of the outside enter in, as well as the chilly air, fresh like a mountain spring. The sound of the small creek keeping rhythm with the chirping birds that go on all day. The forest is the happy place for them all, and the early morning is the best. They are at their most sing-song melody.
The chill is rustling, the air is still, the water gurgles over the rocks, and the white rhododendron speckle all the scenes with pretty blooms. Clusters of these flowers pop up everywhere in the summer.
I could sit here all day listening to the forest sounds. It is by far one of the most soothing sounds to me. I have my cup of coffee next to me, and my journal. I am good for a long while. I could honestly spend a good few days just listening here, and writing about it.
Sitting outside, writing under the canopy of tall green-leafed trees as tall as the sky. The rocks grow moss and the creek grows sound. The beauties of a place so full of peace and quiet. If the bears have a home close by, they keep quiet and stay in their forest depths, though that is where we are. In the depths of the forest. No large roads, no traffic, dirt and gravel one-track roads, 4,000 feet up in the mountains.
What is it about the most simple of things that make it the most soothing and restorative? The simple and yet complex pieces of God's creation is what I love. Just nature doing what nature was created to do. Grow, flourish, change with the seasons, soothe the soul.
Surely God created the beauty of the mountains like this with the idea that it would draw us closer to Him. That these tall, elegant trees, blooming flowers, and soothing streams would make us feel closer to His wisdom and creativity. In many ways, these natural elements were all created, and are pieces of God's imagination, which means we are getting a glimpse of the heavenly realm. A tiny insight into God's mind.
I forget how much I need this peacefulness of nature until I am here, one with the trees, with a mind on the rocks with moss, and a soul babbling down the creek. Happy and quiet. Soothed and restored.
The glory of God's creation can be huge and awe-inspiring, or soft and quiet. and each can draw us closer to our Creator.
26 June 2019
Just Pause
Psalm 46:10
He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”
I see how it is with everyone these days. To pause and be still, or quiet, or thoughtful is not something denoting value. But perhaps a waste of time.
The perception can be that it is bad to stop. Success cannot happen when you stop. One must go all the time to accomplish all that is in our minds that we have to do.
To stop and think and muse or just watch the rain outside is a great treasure to enjoy. But it goes against the grain of what culture today tells us. It is also how so many of us are wired, but why is that? This is what I ask myself. Why would you drive more than an hour for entertainment, when there is so much within a few miles (or at home)? Why would you book up your schedule so much that you have no spare time? What are you accomplishing?
Certainly, when our lives are busy and filled to the brim we are not letting those thoughts that cross our minds go to a deeper place, but we remain in this shallow pool of momentary worldly pursuits that satisfy for a minute.
Even Jesus, who had a short 3 year span of time that he was on his missions, took quiet time away from everyone. He went up to the mountain to be alone, praying, in quiet. Why should we think that we don't need the same thing? You don't have to have a mountain, either. A quiet space, wherever that might be. Your favourite chair, a garden, the library, a chapel, your floor, a coffee shop.
Maybe I am the only one who feels this at the moment, or maybe you agree. When I think of something that goes against the grain of culture, it is worth investigating. When I think of something that Jesus did, it is worth following and doing the same. More and more I read in Scripture of the early Christians going against the way of the world, so why do we so easily just follow along with the mainstream today?
19 June 2019
Bookshelf Notes
The Secret Lives of Colour by Kassia St. Clair
I kept seeing this book when I was last in the UK. At every bookshop, I would see it on a table, or on a shelf looking at me. Intrigued, I would pick it up and look through it, admiring the coloured pages and short histories of many of the colours of the spectrum. But I didn't buy it, saying I would order it later. And like I said, I kept picking it up at each bookshop. Well, I finally did order it, and read the fascinating tales of colours - how many of them were created, how they were originally used, what they mean, and how they influence us today. It was a very enjoyable book, and if you are even remotely interested in history, colours, art, or just generally interesting tidbits, I would certainly recommend this book.
White Nights by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
This was a short story I picked up in South Kensington in London. I had never seen any short stories by Dostoyevsky, so it was an easy book to grab (plus it is a wonderful Penguin mini classic). This is his earlier writing, more juvenile in style and subject, but still mysterious and enjoyable in the way that he can only present. A young man leads a solitary, lonely life, but comes across a young girl in the streets. He boldly "saves" her from a stalker-type stranger, and they become friends. He falls in love immediately, and they meet each night near her home, but she soon reveals she holds onto hope that a certain man will come back for her, but will he come back? It is a thought-provoking tale of young and naive ventures, but it seems to hold truth of our older selves at the same time.
The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnim
I saw this book while in the UK as well, and I picked it up a few times, but hesitated as I always do with more modern fiction. Will it be worth my time? Will I be disappointed in the themes? Then when I got home, I saw an author/writer I admire who lives in Oxford post a photo of this book and how charming it was, and I immediately ordered it, and I am so glad I did. It is the story of four women from England (they hardly know each other at all) who go on a month-long holiday in Italy, to stay in a castle perched on a cliff. To get away from life and their frustrations, husbands, or stresses to get married. What they each find is not what they expected, it's even better. Definitely a charming read.
The Monster and the Critics by J.R.R. Tolkien
This is a book of essays that I had on my shelf, and just never read yet! Imagine that! I picked it up again, when I was doing some research for a story I am writing, and by referencing something in one of those essays I ended up reading it all. As I continued to read that one essay, I just ended up reading the whole book. Every bit I read of Tolkien reminds me how much of a language and philologist genius he was. One who loved words and their origins above all. It is so clear, as I try to keep up with his fast-moving brain. I probably pick up a tiny bit of what he is saying, and yet it is still enjoyable to read. It must be like sitting in a lecture of his. I would be scribbling madly as he talked, in his characteristically mumbled speech, trying to comprehend and soak in all that genius in his word-loving brain.
16 June 2019
A Few Words for Dad
It's all the scattered memories
that tend to surface at times unexpected.
In some sense, living in those memories
feels like ages ago, like some distance star
far away, dimly glowing out there.
But other times the feelings rise that feel so close,
as if I haven't been nine years without his presence.
Sometimes time doesn't seem to have order;
it flits and meanders in and out of lives.
Time within or time without,
Dad is with me in heart and soul.
I feel often like his goodness is what seeps
out of me when I do the right thing.
Surely, it's not my own strengths,
but the wisdom he left me in my heart,
acting out as it should,
as he would.
And he would smile at that.
10 June 2019
My Souls Longs for You
My soul longs for You, O God.
I ache for the peace in You.
Flowing streams are in my dreams
and I wonder when I will see
that place of comfort and
Your face amidst a troubled time.
I long for the soothing tones of quiet -
A lingering solitude of thought,
where beauty and truth speak
their words into the air.
Disruptions come to push me off
my quiet, restful spot from where I sat.
Rather than succumbing to darkness,
I seek all day, to find
the joy and peace that hides amidst trial,
for many little glimpses are under the veil,
Then, dwell in it, laser-focused
on the good that is ever-present.
The gifts that point that way, Your way.
The gifts from heavenly graces.
04 June 2019
A Post for an Ordinary Monday
Dear Monday, the birdsong is lovely. The light is soft thus far and it wakes me up slowly. Be the beauty I long for on an ordinary day. Help me in my simple day, for it is prone to grow complex the second I walk out the door. I seek the simple, and yet....the world tries its very best to make everything more complex. Oh how I wish it were not so!
God, You must be so good, so patient, so gracious, and so merciful to love us. We are such as convoluted, complex, faulty, selfish, greedy people. We don't love each other well, and we certainly don't love You well. We try but we tend to we fall short every day, and yet You always show love to us. You show us in ways we might ignore. The small things we sometimes get too busy to see. The blooming jasmine in the yard, the kind stranger who let you pass in front of them in line, the orange glowing sunrise, the first opening of a new book, the encouraging words that someone says to you out of the blue. There are many things we get to experience each day. May we all awaken our eyes to take it into our hearts, and then muse for a second to give thanks for them.
On an ordinary Monday the sun might rise just like it did yesterday. The day may feel the same in all its atmospheres, but it's never just the same. Yesterday there were puffy clouds scattered across the sky but today the sky is electric blue with no cotton candy clouds. Today you have the wisdom gained from something that happened yesterday, and you are now more aware of something. Today you have the imaginative story that you finished reading last night living inside of you as you meditate on the deeper truths that tale was telling. Today you have another chance to show love, as yesterday is already over.
Perhaps this isn't such an ordinary Monday (or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday). Maybe it is something special to pay attention to, and treat it as a gift. We can do a lot in a day. In those waking hours there are many choices before us and we have the control over how we act and what we say. It all starts today. I'm going to pour my cup of coffee and pray that God will help me see all the goodness ahead of me, the things He has set-up in my path.
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