Spring Is Sprung

6/2/2020

Springtime in Alaska is waking to the day listening to the drone of outboards transporting fisherfolk up and down the Kenai River, it is watching the transformation of pussy willows morph into greenery for lady bugs and bumblers to alight upon, it is the time to pull the motorhome out of the shop to enjoy a road system no longer obstructed by snow and ice and if you are fortunate, it is the time to cast off from harbor to explore waterways and to enjoy the bounty of the sea.

Salubrious or adverse no matter the conditions, Alaskans gear up and . . . we’re off to play. And what better way to make merry than to spend a 13th birthday celebrating by pulling shrimp pots and popping balloons and laughing and dancing like wild things to loud music inside the small cabin of a 32’ vessel.

With grey sky, low hanging clouds and the occasional sprinkle dripping down from above, the day shines bright on our smiling faces. Motoring up to a pod of seals taking their leisure on a buoy; we watch as they dive into the ocean and swim away. We enjoy the sights of waterfalls and flocks of seagulls and kayakers and glaciers and we enjoy the amazing company of both family and friends.

Welcome Spring

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I credit my love of the outdoors to two major influences: Dad and Aunt Jan.

Dad pushed limits. He seemed fearless through my little girl eyes. And when he’d take me and my sister camping in the woods or cycling through a canyon or swimming in the river, he made every experience seem as though we were bold adventurers conquering dangerous feats.

Aunt Jan nurtured. She loved to teach and she loved, what she affectionately called us at times, naughty children. I’ve fond memories of my four cousins, my sister and I traipsing along wooded trails or sandy shorelines chatting with aunt Jan. She had a gift for making us feel important, valued. She opened up her heart and the outdoors to each of us.

Though these childhood experiences have long faded into memory, dad's and aunt Jan’s legacies remain. No matter what presses against me, my world seems to right, at least on some level, when I climb a mountain, float a waterway, pack up into the alpine, cycle along a trail, traverse a wooded path, pitch a tent, build and sit by a fire or throw a sleeping bag down on a sand bar and sleep under the stars.

God’s creation has a way of calming my mind, comforting my soul and soothing my spirit. And I am thankful for dad's and aunt Jan’s examples that nurtured my love of nature.

Guffaw Thru Life

It's such fun jumping on beds . . . and couches too and eating pie from the center before serving it to others. I love laughing and I appreciate people who make me.

Life is amazing with its possibilities. And, I am blessed by the wonderful people in my life and the liberty I have to pursue what brings me joy. In spite of life's griefs, there is peace and joy and love enough to fill all the spaces.

Zephaniah 3:17
"The Lord your God is in your midst, a Warrior who gives victory; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will renew you in His love, He will exult over you with songs of deliverance."

Spring Is Sprung

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