Saturday, September 14, 2013

rain, rain, never go away

(thursday's post that was never actually posted)

Today has consisted of rain, good reads, and some camera play. And may I just say that I'm in my happy place. Sometimes there is nothing more tranquil than just being alone doing what you please while listening to the rain drip outside your window. (I can also hear native-soul-searching music outside, so that adds to my happiness).

This morning I read about the power of the Holy Ghost. It's really cool how we
have the ability to learn things that man doesn't know
to remember things when we need to
to be comforted in times of trouble
to know what to do even when we really don't know what to do
and so much more all by our worthiness through the power of the Holy Ghost. It's such a blessing. I love being able to feel so happy when I try a little harder to be a little better.

So, I was playing with my camera this morning. I finally figured out how to get the effects that I've been dying to capture, therefore, I will be taking a much needed trip up the canyon soon to take some shots. All parties welcome.

I also read this story this morning

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same
hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an
hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from
his lungs.

His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on
his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their
homes, their jobs, their involvement in the
military service, where they had been on

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the
window could sit up, he would pass the time by
describing to his roommate all the things he could
see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those
one hour periods where his world would be
broadened and enlivened by all the activity and
colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while
children sailed their model boats. Young lovers
walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour
and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen
in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in
exquisite details, the man on the other side of
the room would close his eyes and imagine this
picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window
described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band -
he could see it in his mind's eye as the
gentleman by the window portrayed it with
descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring
water for their baths only to find the lifeless body
of the man by the window, who had died
peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital
attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man
asked if he could be moved next to the window.
The nurse was happy to make the switch, and
after making sure he was comfortable, she left
him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one
elbow to take his first look at the real world
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window
besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have
compelled his deceased roommate who had
described such wonderful things outside this

The nurse responded that the man was blind and
could not even see the wall.

She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage

Yep, it was just too good not to share.

What if we all looked for ways to make someone's day a little more beautiful?

Happy Saturday,