R's rue

In the hills of Yorkshire and Derbyshire, I often come across old stone gateposts like this one. Soon I am wondering about who hewed it and when. I am thinking about the men who manoeuvred it into position and how they talked to each other. What were their values? How far were their horizons? Of course I will never know - I can only imagine. Weatherwise, July has been very unsettled here in England but today a dry day with some sunshine was promised so I planned a walk east of the village of Holme up in the Kirklees district of West Yorkshire. I was last in that neighbourhood in September 2020 . Above, I was walking along a track to Yateholme Reservoir when I spotted this photo opportunity.  Deep pink blooming willow herb with the village of Holme beyond.  Below, I was looking down on Ramsden Reservoir. There are several small reservoirs in this district - saving water for the populous West Yorkshire region. You can see that the reservoir is only half full. By Brow...

 PT chronicles Let me says rehabbing a knee is agonizing. Yesterday in the span of forty five minutes I wanted to lace expletives, clench teeth and collapse in my own sweat. I had to be reminded to breathe and rest. The burn didn’t feel too good. My physical therapist took a look at my face, and couldn’t help but chuckle. She knew I could do hard things. I’m realizing that as well. I feel like a rubber band this morning. I see that I need challenges. I don’t rise without it. If I’m bored, I get complacent. Sounds like my spiritual life. God is using PT to fully trust and seek Him. I’m realizing that my body is weaker than I’d like to admit. I realize that the therapists see that I need the time under tension, the duress to feel a sense of accomplishment. I need to see results even if they’re not measurable. I don’t know if I could measure my spirit, but with His name on my lips, it is enough.  Love one another and self from R's rue https://ift.tt/fBujhYq