Beauty Among The Thorns

Beauty Among The Thorns

After the series of tornadoes that devastated the Oklahoma City area, it seemed appropriate to “celebrate” the long weekend with friends nearby.  (I miss my family 750 miles away…)  Hearts gathered and hearths welcomed.

Mindful was the unspoken word… mindful of those grieving the loss of loved ones… mindful of a kitchen to cook in and food to cook with… mindful that Nature can turn on a dime and make you feel thankful to be alive and grateful for every little thing.

I won’t regale you with my thoughts on the matter; instead I’ll post a few photos from this weekend that brought me joy and pray that my view of the world doesn’t seem trite.

Oriole at the Feeder I

Oriole at the Feeder

Oriole Nest in our front yard

Oriole Nest in our front yard

One of the highlights was the return of our lake neighbors.  (The non-bird variety!)  We renewed our friendship over an invitation for homemade beans & ham & corn bread at their home one evening, followed by brunch here the next day.  Hearty food seemed to be in order.  Souls as well as bodies needed nourishing.

My brunch menu consisted of a “breakfast bake” with ham, cheese, potatoes, and eggs (along with a second, smaller “bake” ala Kimby… crumbled bacon, green onions, and thickly sliced baby portabello mushrooms sauteed to golden goodness, nestled in a Dijon and nutmeg spiced custard), waffles with homemade butter-pecan syrup, plenty of strong coffee, and homemade biscuits courtesy of the aforementioned neighbor.

Afterwards, returning dishes and carrying leftovers was a mutual pleasure, especially when they pointed out the Mockingbird nest in a hedge at the edge of their drive.

I would have missed it if they hadn’t shown me!

Which brings me to surmise…

Mockingbird Nest & Eggs I

Home is where the heart is, even when your nest is temporary.

Hospitality takes on more importance in the wake of tragedy.

Hope (and beauty) can be found among the thorns.

Prickly Pear ready to bloom

Share something spectacular with someone you love today.  It can mean the difference between heartbreak… and joy.

Enjoying the blessing of perspective,

~ Kimby

12 thoughts on “Beauty Among The Thorns

  1. Kimmie…as I sit here in the Medieval hotel, albeit retrofitted to 21st century, large window open, sun beaming in and diamonds dancing on the Adriatic, I opened your email first and read you soothing and soulful words reminding me of all that is good and right in life and the world, and it’s as simple as a skillet of cornbread, good coffee and special friends…the beauty of how you frame life is good…for me and so many others~~hugs and love~~Nomad Ally

    • Ally, I could “picture” the setting you described and it did my heart good knowing you fully appreciate it — more than most! I’ve always felt that the heights of joy are enhanced by experiencing the “challenging” times. Without them, it’s easy to take things for granted. Here’s to our continuous search for the “good” in life and sharing it with the world! xo

  2. How wonderful to connect with old friends of the human and avian variety. Beautiful photos, as always. We didn’t have any orioles this year and I’ve really missed them.

    • Shari, we feel so blessed by our friends, avian and otherwise. (Canines rank right up there, too!) I’m still hoping to snap a photo of the orioles popping in and out of the top of their nest — truly a wonder! Will share as soon as they cooperate — and if not, I know “you know!”

  3. Beautiful post! Wow I’ve never seen eggs that have beautiful turquoise color… I wish to be in nature more and listen to birds and trees. When busy, all those things are forgotten. I need some relaxing time. :)

    • Nami, that bird’s nest was 10 feet from our mailbox and I didn’t even know it was there until the neighbor shared that “hidden treasure.” Nature’s beauty may be closer than you think! I truly wish you some “R & R” soon.

  4. Lovely post and perfect after coming back from a ladies lunch. One of the women brought an intellectually disabled woman with her and we all assumed it was her daughter. It wasn’t. This woman spends every Friday with this woman with Down’s who’s 41 years old, living on her own. She said apart from really liking the younger woman, it was her way of making someone else’s life special.

    It made me wonder what opportunities I’ve missed to do just that.

    • Maureen, what a touching comment — thank you so much for sharing that! Even the littlest gesture can have a large impact — a smile, a brief phone call to say “I was thinking of you today,” or a heartfelt comment. :) xo

  5. So sorry to hear about the wreckage. Glad you’re ok.Gosh, I’ve never seen such colourful eggs! R u sure u didn’t dye them?? Nature is a beauty, isn’t it?

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