Appreciating Mother Nature

I walked on the beach, I drove to the mountains.

Realizing how much this magnificence matters!

I thought about joining in the sea of humanity or surfing the waves of challenges that come my way.

I reflect on the mountains in my life: there to be conquered like Everest and much like the obstacles in my life.

Appreciating mother nature I learned from my family. My dad loved the sea, my mother the mountains.

My mother brought me to Sugarloaf Mountain in Maine yearly trip to find pumpkins, pinecones, and wreath materials for the holidays. See the leaves, touch the trees, connect with my soul. I feel such solace in nature, alone.

My father taught me to swim in the Atlantic Ocean, on our family trip to Brazil we went to the top of Sugarloaf mountain there. A divine connection.

Though it was my mother, Pani Mary, the intrepid, had such amazing skills. The stories of her being a camp counselor with the Polish Falcons. With that group, she met my dad at a drill team event. Her cooking for a crowd, polka dancing, excellence at crafts, teaching science, history, and geography, and even how to make a poster, I learned from her.

When I think of my challenges, I think of my mom for inspiration. She learned how to fly planes, spoke languages, went to the quarry for stone, and at one time even cemented the cellar of our family home with old Mr. Kaliszewski. In the 1950’s she drove Crosscountry with Babci from Boston to California.

What beautiful lessons — appreciating mother nature.

A day off meant a day outdoors! See the trees! Climb the mountains, wade in the streams, collect stones, shells, and pinecones!

Go to the mountains, go to the sea, go to the fields and streams.

Experience the miracle of appreciating mother nature.