G.O.D. as in Go Out Doors

I struggled to get to the ocean this time around. First Rob said he just wasn’t up to it which was hard for me to hear. I debated going alone until my friend Jeanne exclaimed, with glee, “Yes, happy to come along. The change of scenery will be good for both of us.” I needed that nudge and enthusiasm.

We were charmed with three days of warmish sunshine. We enjoyed magnetic invitations to apricate—bask in the bright sunlight—while combing the beach and riding bikes. Welcoming December this way could not have been better.

Plus an art project consumed me while indoors.

I had been percolating about how to use the coloring pages I picked up recently at church, one of a cartoon turkey and one of a jar. Those, plus ice-cubed watercolors and old Nat Geos to clip, made for fun collaging.

My creation kept changing as I played. I filled the “I am thankful for” jar with natural gifts I can see, taste, and hear (because those were the pictures I could find in the magazines) while the turkey became “the wonder and gratitude eagle” (because those were the words I could find to describe her.)

Praise G.O.D, I came home yesterday with restored peace in my heart.