April 9, 2017
Day 99: HUMBLE
This one here, she keeps me humble.
If I were ever to think too highly of myself, she will make sure I know the truth.
She will be the "cold bucket of reality" friend, to her friends, and they will love her for it.
She says it like she sees it... so much like my Mother did when she was alive.
April 8, 2017
Day 98: For You
An antique dump rake at sunset... for you.
OK let's all agree that "For You" are not the easiest words to photo-document,
and then go back to enjoying the vision of the beautiful North Dakotan sunset! :)
April 7, 2017
Day 97: FORGIVE
To forgive someone is not about that person at all.
To forgive someone is to allow yourself to untangle from the pain.
It allows us to begin to heal from the barbs of hurt and move forward.
April 6, 2017
Day 96: THANKS
Today I give thanks that it is almost Friday.
I give thanks that the weather has finally turned warm.
I give thanks the days are now long enough that I could take a walk through the pasture this evening and find this crocus back-lit by the setting sun.
I give thanks for the solitude of that walk, allowing me to connect and ground myself with the nature that surrounded me.
April 5, 2017
Day 95: BREAD
"Give us this day our daily bread...."
I found this at the thrift store for a couple bucks. As an artist (that still feels REALLY weird to say), I feel as though I leave a little bit of myself in anything I make. Thus, it is no surprise I am a sucker for handcrafted things like this at thrift stores or sales. Someone, at sometime, spent many hours stitching these words. We, the artists, don't invest the hours for glory or profit, but because we are called to create and share our gifts, creating tangible pieces that speak to who we are and where we have come from.
April 4, 2017
Day 94: WAIT
The rain falls on my car window as I wait. I've run from one commitment to another tonight, inhaling drivethrough food somewhere in the middle. This seems to be the theme of parenthood: hurry up and wait. The sound of the falling rain calms my frazzled mind and allows me to collect my thoughts. I am so grateful for these five minutes alone with the rain.
April 3, 2017
Day 93: Breath
The first breath of spring.
We found it!
My youngest and I went on a crocus hunt. The cold drab ground has finally exhaled and we got on our knees in the pasture to investigate the tiny buds.
"They are beautifuuh Mom!" (His "L's" still escape him...)
He is so correct.
Tiny and still wrapped tightly, they fill me with promise of spring and rebirth.