Walking In Appreciation

Funny how I never really appreciated walking until ms came along.  I suppose it's along the same premise of that old hair metal song, "Don't Know What You Got Til It's Gone".  Or at least until it's in question. 

I know, I know...I totally just put that song in your head.  First "Funkytown" and now a power ballad from Cinderella.  I'm sorry.  Seriously.  As if the songs aren't enough, how about the memories?  No high school dance was complete without someone dedicating this song in a drama-filled moment, right?  We knew they'd never last.  Him and his feathered hair.  Her and her ginormous hair.  Matter o' time.  And I am way off topic.  I really hope scientists do a study that links "going off on tangents that span decades" with "never before seen genius level intelligence".  I'll finally feel understood...

On todays walk, I began to notice things I had always walked past without a thought.  A friend of mine loves to take pictures of weed flowers, and I think I figured out why:-)  God makes really cool things.  I thought I'd share some of them with you, but I don't know their proper names (that part of my brain must have a hole in it, while the "30yrs of music" section operates flawlessly)...so I call them "really cool (insert thing)".  Anyway, here goes:




Really Cool Weed Flower

 



Another Really Cool Weed Flower






Really Cool Tree Bark

 



Really Cool Rogue Naked Tree





Really Cool Purple Weed Flower





Ridiculously Cool Weed Flower





Really Cool Red Berries





Another Ridiculously Cool Weed Flower





Really Cool And Beautiful Sky



So about 1.5 hours and 4+ miles later (yes...4 miles!), I arrived back home with a better appreciation for unassuming things that live on roadsides.  And sweating in really bad places, this time not from a hot flash.  Bonus! 

As much as I would love to be free of ms someday is as much as I appreciate what it's shown me.  I've learned to take nothing for granted, to love hard, to leave nothing unsaid, and to praise God for every day of life, because my life is not my own.  It's His:-)  There's so much peace in that. 

Now that I've listened to several hair band songs on youtube, I can call it a night.  You're welcome:-)