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Still Saturday: What Does the Landscape Look Like?

August 1, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

landscape

 

“So, maps. Perhaps they are metaphors of progress towards a resting place, an ultimate goal. I used to teach courses in journal keeping as a means to self-awareness and God awareness. One of the exercises I suggested was this: “See your life as a landscape. Describe its contours and challenges, and think of yourself as traveling toward a destination What is it, what do you expect along the way, and how will you know when you get there?”

~Luci Shaw, Adventure of Ascent: Field Notes from a Lifelong Journey

 

landscape

Look around you and inside you.

What does the landscape look like at this moment on your journey?

In the stillness,

Sandy

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Welcome to the Still Saturday Community where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and reflect on the depth of sparse words. We’d love for you to join us. Grab the button and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to be still together, to gaze long and drink deep.

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  1. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    August 2, 2014 at 7:19 am

    I love your question, because for me, the landscape is not the future, but the day – the moment. This moment, the space around me is dark and quiet. I slept late…the gift of benadryl, but inside I feel unsettled…a gift of prednisone six times my maintenance dose to calm an allergic reaction. The sun will soon dry my backyard swing from last night’s soaking rain, and with my basket of books I’ll find my place in the shade of the sweetgum trees until the heat and humidity become unbearable. I try not to look too far beyond today, but deadlines loom, I’m speaking at a luncheon Thursday and leading the women in my church in study this fall, as well as the weekly study I host here on Pollywog Creek — and the list of cares of this world weigh heavy this morning.

    It’s interesting how writing this “landscape” down brings it into the light. What is my destination? Is there anywhere else to be but in God’s presence? To gaze at His beauty? To yoke with Him in the work of the day that I may leave my “cares” at His feet?

    Have a beautiful day, my friend. I suspect I’ll find you journeying with me. Oh, how He loves you and me. xox

  2. Sandra Heska King says

    August 2, 2014 at 8:30 am

    Wait. What? What weekly study on Pollywog Creek? What have I missed???

    Sinking into your landscape today. I’ve been driven from the yard too many times this summer from mosquitoes. 🙁

    Some days I think we are paving a path through the landscape as we plant each foot–one step at a time. Hugging you from afar and glad we can walk together.

  3. Sheila Seiler Lagrand says

    August 2, 2014 at 1:16 pm

    Sandra, this question astounds me. Because when I look, really look, around and inside, I see this:

    A broad, lovely boulevard, shaded by welcoming trees that harbor songbirds making music. It lulls, me, the gorgeous path, and tricks me. The grade is so subtle that I don’t see that I’m walking uphill until exhaustion claims me at the end of the day.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 2, 2014 at 6:27 pm

      Well, I guess that leaves us with the reminder that no matter how lovely our surroundings, we must stay alert to foxy subtleties in the terrain. 😉

  4. Dolly@Soulstops says

    August 2, 2014 at 1:40 pm

    Sandra,
    What a great image and question…it is one of the reasons I love to journal because it gives me a way to look back and see where I’ve gone and what I am currently feeling…Blessings to you, my friend 🙂

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 2, 2014 at 6:24 pm

      Interesting that only two letters are the difference between journal and journey. I don’t think I ever thought of that before.

      • Joanne Viola says

        August 3, 2014 at 6:49 am

        I never thought about the one letter difference between journal & journey. Amazing thought! Loved the quote you shared…. “And how will you know when you get there?” May the Lord open my eyes as I take time today to look around! Blessings!

  5. Carol Longenecker Hiestand says

    August 2, 2014 at 5:29 pm

    i love writing prompts and i made a note to journal around this question – I’ll do it tomorrow, probably. Right now, off the top of my head, i would expect to see a landscape that involves paths/roads with lots of twists and turns that don’t’ let me see too far ahead. i’ll give it some thought. I seem to get back here now and then…subscribing today so I will visit regularly.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 2, 2014 at 6:17 pm

      And maybe some hills and valleys and potholes?

      Thanks so much for subscribing, Carol. You bless me.

      • Carol Longenecker Hiestand says

        August 4, 2014 at 11:04 am

        i did use your journaling prompt yesterday and whatIi love about prompts like this is that where you are is what you bring to the prompt. What I thought I would write about is also still true, but when I opened my journal and saw the prompt yesterday, it took me another direction….won’t go into it here, but it certainly gave me a way to give voice to something i have been struggling with. so glad I landed here. I have been her a few times before. Your site seems peaceful

  6. Heather @ My Overflowing Cup says

    August 2, 2014 at 6:00 pm

    I cannot see much landscape ahead of me because I am living in a season where I am learning to walk by faith, not by sight. I do not know what my future holds, but I know Who holds my future. So my landscape is one of hope. Thanks for the link-up!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 2, 2014 at 6:21 pm

      A landscape of hope is the best. Saying a prayer right now that there’ll be an explosion of wildly fragrant flowers right around the next bend.

  7. Lisa Moreland says

    August 3, 2014 at 3:01 pm

    Once again, I welcome the insight of your selected quote. As a painter, the thought of viewing ones living as a landscape offers much to ponder. I look forward to your ministry here every Saturday.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 5, 2014 at 3:58 pm

      I’m so glad you’re part of this community, Lisa.

  8. S. Etole says

    August 4, 2014 at 2:35 am

    Before I was paralyzed I had the opportunity to climb Mt. Adams in Washington state. Just as we would make it to the top of one boulder we would encounter another boulder, and on and on until we nearly reached the summit, where it began to level off. You couldn’t see the top of the mountain from the base of the boulders, you couldn’t even see the next boulder, but you knew it was there because you had seen it from the far away distance. That is much how my landscape looks at this time. It seems insurmountable at times, yet I know the Lord is leading me on. One boulder at a time until we reach the summit.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 5, 2014 at 4:03 pm

      Thank you for this, Susan. These are true and wise words.

      This reminds me of Miley Cyrus’ song, “It’s the Climb.”

  9. TheSoulJah says

    August 14, 2014 at 7:27 am

    Hi sandra, At first I want give you a lots of thanks. In your landscape 1st I can see my life as a landscape and 2nd picture show me a enjoyable journey. I would like to join you. Your article is so touchable. I would like to invite you to visit.

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