Dog Park life

I travel often for my job. Not many overnight trips but definitely exhausting day trips. I get stir crazy in my car so I usually try to find nature where I can for a short “lunch break” . Often, I end up in dog parks.

Dogs are such genuinely happy creatures. Their owners are happier around them. So I come here. I sit. I ponder the life these dogs have. I ponder the life their owners have. I watch their interactions with each other. I think of my dogs at home and wish I could take them on my day trips. My dogs have to deal with a working dog mom. Poor pups.

These owners all do the typical “baby talk” to their dogs. They love it! This particular dog park has an agility course.

The dogs look to their masters with such love. That’s how I look to God. I KNOW God is going to take care of me. I go to him to be spiritually fed. I KNOW He will spiritually feed me. He will ask me to complete courses. I will trust in His guidance. He rewards me with “treats” of Grace and Mercy throughout my day. These dogs love their owners. I think mine is pretty cool, too!!!!

Hoover Dog Park in Hoover, Alabama.

Beauty is free

I work at a very high stress job with a high turn around and sad, depressing and infuriating situations. It takes a specific type of person. A specific personality. Even then, your knees will get sore from constant prayer. I struggle sometimes. Its hard to talk about my job, especially when folks don’t understand it. I absolutely know without a doubt, I’m in the field I am supposed to be in. On those hard days,though, when I’m just not quite sure how to feel, on my way home from work, I see this. This is a couple hundred yards away from my house. Instantly, there’s a certain peace in my heart. Even through the chaos, I have to find serenity. I find it here. Home. If no one is behind me and I can see clearly in both directions, I pause. I pray. I am blessed. I am thankful. Thank you God for making beauty natural.

Goodbye concrete jungle, hello nature and peace.

It’s Friday. Not just any Friday. It’s the first day of my first camping trip of 2018. Camping runs deep in my blood. Not RV camping. Tent camping. We went when I was little. So many memories. The pain of walking on embers that had left the fire. Having blisters the rest of the trip but not caring because of how much fun we were having. Staring at the fire. No, staring INTO the fire and into the vaste world of natural peace. The quick snacks. The easy going, no schedule, life. This, my friends, is my Heaven on earth. No concrete. No asphalt. No tall buildings. No 18 wheelers. No bosses. No procedures. Just the fresh smell of Life.

Every year I try to go on many trips. I’ve beach camped. I’ve cavern camped. I’ve camped in our backyard. Wherever we land, we enjoy it so much. I’m trying to camp at all of the state parks I can. I’m hitting up Alabama first due to proximity. I’ve dabbled in Tennessee, Georgia and Florida. Not only is there beautiful surroundings but they have wonderful amenities like bath stalls and running water and (sometimes) an electric outlet. This is my uptown camping!!!! State parks are safe for families. Most everyone has a sense of togetherness at the same time as respecting privacy.

Anywhoooooooo. No kids on this trip. Just my pup and my man. This will be our first camping experience together, also. We’ve decided on Cheaha State Park. It has the tallest point in Alabama. I have my hiking boots, yummy food, snuggly blankets and sleeping bags. Last but not least, a blow up mattress and melatonin. I’ve learned that when you hit 30s, its extremely important to be able to sleep comfortably. I’m ready. Stay tuned!!!!! And have a glorious weekend!! πŸŒ‘οΈβ›ΊπŸŒžπŸŒœβ­β˜„οΈπŸ”₯πŸ•οΈπŸŒŽ