Thursday, December 18, 2008

Peaceful Reflections

Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

4:08 p.m.
I slip out of the door, breathing in the balmy air. It smells fresh after the morning's rain, and the air feels much too warm for it to be December. But, that's Alabama weather for you. I shrug out of my sweater and enjoy the mild temperatures as I walk across the yard. My bare feet relish in the feeling of grass coated with leaves.

The road winds up and around as my feet slap the dirt. Dusk is nearing as I walk along Sandhill Road, my road, with its familiar twists and turns.

At the top of the "big orange hill," I turn into the clearing and drink in the misty, rolling hills under the power lines. I gingerly pick my way across the rocks and climb the small pine needle laden path leading to my spot. Spreading out my sweater, I take a seat. I can see many things from this little knoll. Peering through the trees, I see our beloved home in the valley. Looking high above the treetops, I see hills covered in more trees, the greens and the browns intermingled. Over my shoulder the sun is beginning to set, and my eyes rejoice in the vibrancy of the glowing orange.

I have come to this quiet spot to be still, to write, and to pray. The woods aren't totally silent, however. The crickets are chirping up a storm while a few birds tweet in the trees, and, off in the distance, a dog barks. Strains of the radio float up to me from below, where my dad is working on some kind of project, most likely maintaining one of the cars. Overhead, a helicopter rumbles, growing fainter as it moves off into the distance...

4:46 p.m.
A chill has set in as twilight arrives. The sun has disappeared, leaving the sky looking like pink and blue cotton candy. The stones are cold beneath my feet as my toes dig into the dirt. I should head home.

An animal rustles in the woods and the night creatures busily chirp away. I take one last look around at the still surroundings and shiver as the cold creeps in and my bare arms tingle. I'll be needing my sweater again. I stand and brush it off, wrapping the warmth around me.

Coming into the clearing, I stop, breathless, as I see the trees silhouetted against the beautiful sky. I smile with delight and praise God for His awesomeness. Then, once again, I walk down the winding road, turning my steps to my dear home in the valley. My head turns to gaze at the trees illuminated against the pink-orange sky, but it's okay - I don't have to watch where I'm going. My feet have traveled this way many times before, and they know the way home.


Jody said...


You should be an English major going into writing rather tahn theatre!!!!

Bonnie S said...

You know, the first thing I thought of when I read this post?

You sound like Anne of Green Gables! :-)

Very poetic, and you made me feel like I was there with you!

Luke and Michele said...

Very lovely, Anna! I've enjoyed the quiet and still of your family's surroundings as well. It is very peaceful there.


Lexie said...

Very poetic that place you described sounds so peacful to sit and just think I think everyone could use a place like that where they can just sit and reflect.

Anna Naomi said...

Jody: That's what my English teacher at college told me, but he's always trying to (somewhat jokingly) convince people to switch to being English majors. I enjoy writing, but don't think I'd want to major in English. Plus, my dad says that he wouldn't pay for me to be an English major... ;) I would like to perhaps take a few writing classes if I can fit them in, though.

Bonnie: That's a great compliment, for Anne of Green Gables has always been one of my favorite literary characters. =)

Michele: Yes, I am thankful for the quietness of our home and surroundings.

Lexie: Having a place to be still and reflect is definitely good for the soul!