January 15, 2017
Who do you allow to see your true colors? Whose true colors are you privileged to see?
From one angle the feather is black and gray and blah.
From another, it flashes vibrant pink.
Do not be afraid to show your vibrant colors.
January 14, 2017
Some Saturdays end like this.
An out of the way place we discover. A six year old melting down about the injustice of a claw-machine game. Two other children silently competing for the non-existent but highly-coveted "best behavior" award. It is Him and I. It is us. The five of us. A chaos I will always choose. Us.
January 13, 2017
These Hands.
For most of my childhood I remember them as coarse, dry and scratchy. Winter months left them cracked and bleeding. They were working man's hands, laying brick, for over 50 years. To me, they were all powerful.
Time and age have softened them and the skin has thinned. The ring worn on the left for over 40 years is now on the right. They now are the hands of an aging man and my heart refuses to acknowledge what his hands are showing me.
January 12, 2017
To be able so see things I normally can't see.
That is what I try to remind myself in the midst of weather I dislike, the strength of which is frightening and makes me feel small. But it is in this wicked windy and bitter cold that I can actually see the wind. I see it twirl and dance and spin. Inside the safety and warmth of my vehicle there is a mesmerizing magic I witness.
I will continue to remind myself of the magic, despite the below zero temperatures that persist... and persist... and persist.....
January 11, 2017
I wish all signs in life were this evident. Big, bold and obvious. I have come to realize and trust that often times, the signs given to me are far more subtle. They are that gut feelings. They are the coincidences that occur, that in hindsight were never coincidences. They are that nagging thought, word or voice telling me something I just don't want to acknowledge. They are the shiver down my body that occurs when I am contemplating something that seems frightening but right. If I could go back and tell my younger self something, it would be to have listened more to those signs. They were telling me something.
January 10, 2017
My days shuttling kids to and from school are pretty consistent and routine. Today I decided to take a different route, which in this town means just turning 3 blocks later than usual. It paid off. On my deviated route I spy them. I stopped the car and in the midday shade she watched me. I watched her and she watched me, as her counterpart bedded down beside her. I mentally thanked her for allowing me to photograph her and went upon my way, grateful for a taking my road less traveled.
January 9, 2017
I found love along the bleak and frozen back roads today, as my Hubby and I wandered the countryside. I'm one of those dive in and love big and hard kind of people. I guess I've always thought the potential joy far outweighed the potential hurt. As I have gotten older, and have experienced just how fleeting and momentary life truly is, I am thankful I have allowed myself to love, get hurt, and love some more. I refuse to become frozen or bitter.