Many of you know I began volunteering at Silver Falls State Park in April.
http://www.oregonstateparks.org/park_211.php
I committed to 4 shifts a month in late March because I had not been able to find work and I needed to get out of the house.
The very next week, I found a job. Go figure....
I have been trying to honor my commitment at SFSP.
Partly because that is how I was raised,
and partly because I enjoy it so much.
I meet people from all over the world.
Germany, Switzerland, Japan, Australia, Canada, Brazil, Greece...,
just to name a few.
And the volunteers I work with have their own wonderful story to tell.
I also enjoy getting away from the city and taking a drive up into the mountains and getting away from the busyness of life.
With the price of gas, I do think about whether or not I should be spending the extra money.
I wonder if there is something else,
someplace else that would benefit from 4 volunteer hours a week.
I am sure there is.
But I enjoy this volunteer position, a lot.
This past Friday I worked with a volunteer/board member who lives near SFSP.
In hearing his story, I learned we share a love of photography.
He told me of a local farm that had a field of yellow flowers in full bloom.
I don't remember the name of the crop, but I was intrigued.
He pulled out a map and directed me to the back roads that would take me to the field of yellow.
After a long morning at work,
then a long afternoon on my feet at the Nature Store, I declined his offer to follow him.
I wanted to get home and kick my feet up and pour myself a cold beverage.
Driving unfamiliar back roads of the Willamette Valley was not in my plan.
But as I approached the turn off, I found myself taking the path less traveled.
The road and the hills were exactly as my new friend had described.
In fact, the roads and the hills felt familiar,
as if I knew where to go.
When I approached the field of yellow,
I was NOT disappointed.
I had never seen anything like this before.
I went past the field and up the hill as instructed to get the better view.
Even though the sky was a bit overcast,
the brilliant colors were vivid and bright.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
It seemed unreal.
I just wish I could remember what he called this plant!
I am especially glad I have continued to honor my commitment.
And I am glad I followed my spirit and took the path less traveled.
Steppin' out with DWNTWN
DWNTWNimages.me
http://www.oregonstateparks.org/park_211.php
I committed to 4 shifts a month in late March because I had not been able to find work and I needed to get out of the house.
The very next week, I found a job. Go figure....
I have been trying to honor my commitment at SFSP.
Partly because that is how I was raised,
and partly because I enjoy it so much.
I meet people from all over the world.
Germany, Switzerland, Japan, Australia, Canada, Brazil, Greece...,
just to name a few.
And the volunteers I work with have their own wonderful story to tell.
I also enjoy getting away from the city and taking a drive up into the mountains and getting away from the busyness of life.
With the price of gas, I do think about whether or not I should be spending the extra money.
I wonder if there is something else,
someplace else that would benefit from 4 volunteer hours a week.
I am sure there is.
But I enjoy this volunteer position, a lot.
This past Friday I worked with a volunteer/board member who lives near SFSP.
In hearing his story, I learned we share a love of photography.
He told me of a local farm that had a field of yellow flowers in full bloom.
I don't remember the name of the crop, but I was intrigued.
He pulled out a map and directed me to the back roads that would take me to the field of yellow.
After a long morning at work,
then a long afternoon on my feet at the Nature Store, I declined his offer to follow him.
I wanted to get home and kick my feet up and pour myself a cold beverage.
Driving unfamiliar back roads of the Willamette Valley was not in my plan.
But as I approached the turn off, I found myself taking the path less traveled.
The road and the hills were exactly as my new friend had described.
In fact, the roads and the hills felt familiar,
as if I knew where to go.
When I approached the field of yellow,
I was NOT disappointed.
I had never seen anything like this before.
I went past the field and up the hill as instructed to get the better view.
Even though the sky was a bit overcast,
the brilliant colors were vivid and bright.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
It seemed unreal.
I just wish I could remember what he called this plant!
I am especially glad I have continued to honor my commitment.
And I am glad I followed my spirit and took the path less traveled.
Steppin' out with DWNTWN
DWNTWNimages.me