You know, there are some people in this world who always
show up, who always support those around them.
In a small town, they’re the ones welcoming their neighbors with
cassaroles and volunteering at special events.
Daisy Hickman is one of those awesome people, and I feel very honored to
know her.
So today’s Cool Person Guest Blogger is Daisy Hickman, poet,
author, and blogger. She has a bachelor’s
in legal studies and master’s in sociology ~ an interesting combination ~ and
she is the founder and proprietess extraordinaire of SunnyRoomStudio, a
creative space for kindred spirits. Every Friday she posts or hosts other bloggers on spirituality, creative pursuits, nature, and meditative musings. You can find her at SunnyRoomStudio on
Facebook, @dhsunwriter on Twitter, and sunwriter [at] sunnyroomstudio.net via
email.
A more caring person, you’ll never find! (A bit of a
confession: she so generously sent me this guest post ages ago, and I’ve been a
very neglectful host. I apologise,
Daisy!)
To Catch the Sky
Thank you, Tamara, for your kind invitation to share a few
words with your readers.
It’s my
pleasure.
And this morning, walking
through McCrory Gardens—a wonderful 25-acre expanse maintained by SDSU in
Brookings, South Dakota—I encountered some stunning autumn colors that seemed
like an inspirational backdrop for a guest post.
It was the blissful kind of day when one could easily
imagine sharing time with Thoreau or Whitman.
Our dogs, Noah and Orion, two spirited, high-maintenance
schnauzers, were with us, and apparently, quite happy to be running around
outdoors on a 78 degree day at the close of September. With nature as our other companion, we
explored groves of trees—maple, ash, and oak—awash in color; marveled at the
lush prairie grass, swaying in the warm breeze; enjoyed interludes of
silence. My husband, John, is from Ohio,
so we went looking for the buckeye tree, and I was interested in finding the
showy mum garden.
But, otherwise, we walked along without specific direction
or targeted ambition.
Like small fish in a large pond, we swam easily with the
motion of color that surrounded us.
Golds, reds, yellows.
The deep
orange of a tall, striking tree that one could only notice by looking up and
out.
“Wow,” we said, when we spotted it. It looked brilliant and imposing, like a
skyscraper in Manhattan.
And the tree seemed all-knowing, as if a trusted keeper of
important life secrets.
I’m not certain what kind of tree it is, so am including a
picture.
Of course it doesn’t really matter. A generic label could never capture its
grandeur, its perfect sense of place amidst the hues of autumn, the silky blue
sky overhead, which framed it.
But when I looked for a quote to include, I found this:
“October's poplars are
flaming torches lighting the way to winter.” ~Nova Bair
Perhaps the tree is a poplar. It fits the description. If not, however, I’m perfectly content to
simply let it be a tree. An autumn tree that
speaks of a dynamic, ever-changing universe and nature’s inexplicable
beauty. What we don’t know in life, can
be as wonderful as what we do know.
It’s purely a matter of releasing our minds from the
drudgery of thought – permitting them to run free against the finery of an
autumn landscape.
The peacefulness of a moment in time is never dependent on thinking;
rather, it is a powerful spiritual gift that awaits us when we decide to claim
it. When we are ready to walk with
nature hand-in-hand as intimate friends, while looking up now and then to catch
the sky.
Thank you so much for visiting, Daisy! I'm honored!
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