We gathered wood from a cabinet maker. A creative. The shop smelled of machines and sawdust. He showed us wood from his childhood oak tree. He made a desk for his son with some of it. He dreams of making him a bed someday and wonders if his son understands the importance and meaning woven into it. I told him his son would grasp the depth of beauty even more as the years roll by. He looked around the shop and told us that this is what he is put here on earth for. We drove away and talked of his words.Read More
Proof that I am simply here and quite moving forward. Daily. My quiet corner in the midst of a not so quiet house is where the moving forward is schemed when my corner of the ocean is not to be presently sought out for such things.Read More
as i look at the two pictures i took today,
i notice they are both things that keep us.
lighthouses keep ships from dashing upon the rocks in tumultuous seas or in the dark.
lifeguards keep beach dwellers safe,
beach dwellers who thought they were having a dandy time along the shore’s edge
when all suddenly changes to ones worst nightmare.
i am comforted that god puts lighthouses and lifeguards
in our lives and the lives of our children
for we tend to be frail souls in danger,
sometimes from the trials that storm us from the outside,
and sometimes from the inner struggles that we bring upon our selves.
i am presently thankful for a few of those saving graces in my own life.
i do not take them for granted.
and i marvel at the idea
that even when the seas of life are calm
the lighthouse and lifeguard are still there
standing firm and tall
maybe even to simply remind us that it will not always be so.
therefore i will enjoy the calm in this day
and also trust amidst its stormy moments
knowing i just need to lift my eyes a bit
and i will see my help.
i will go toward it when i am able
and it will find me when i am not.
this is my latest quilty endeavor – made of sheets, three of which are also dresses.
staying present in the moment
and noticing the loveliness of each day
and struggling with me and life
and knitting and surfing
and connecting with this family
is what this girl has been mostly doing.
my boy will always be able to say
he went surfing with his mom when she turned fifty.
i even caught my first two for-reals waves.
he saw it
and was as excited as i.
my dad told me today
that his fifties were his best
and i have a lovely friend who can’t wait to be the age of fifty.
so i am determined to grow and change and blossom
with this new season.
it is unknown ground,
for i no longer have little ones that fill my every moment,
giving each day purpose.
i will not be given to fear of doing things
or being alone
or things not turning out OK.
i will not be afraid of playing.
i will continue to be real and have faith and love.
i can always love.
and i will do it all one minute at a time.
one choice at a time.
one picture at a time.
like today when i made the choice
against all inner churnings
to hit the waves with my boy then take one simple whimsy picture.
i loved sitting back and watching them be brother and sister. she squirt him in the face once.
while waiting her friend, jordan, did this.
brother’s are the same height. when did that happen?
it was cold and windy and she is lovely.
sister sun, mother and daughter.
a little photo shoot for a now you workshop reflection assignment.
jumping on logs for a photo workshop assignment quite made me laugh out loud today
a lady in a dress made of pillowcases
with oxfords and socks.
jumping up and down on a ginormous fallen log.
amidst young children being let out from their redwood nestled school.
i heard a mother call to her child to come away.
and as this lady is getting to where her glasses are a must,
yet still an annoyance to always have on hand,
the camera’s screen did not fill her in as to whether the jumping one was in focus,
and a naughty knot was obstructing the view of the air one really did get.
my children wondered where i had been.
they didn’t know their mamma was jumping up an down on a log in the forest.
i told them i was being artsy-fartsy and left it at that.
my pictures lack perfection.
which fits this imperfectionist of a girl.
i’m pretty sure others laughed.
but hurray for taking a few minutes for my creative self.
there it is.