what would a self-portrait class be without a self-portrait.
Before I get to the meat of things. Which will take much thought and careful consideration. I want to share what is always dear to me. I find beauty in the details. In the little tiny small details that surround me. One of my most favorite things to do is to slow down. To look around with intention. To take in the blessings that have been showered upon us. They are everywhere and often get missed. Not on purpose but sometimes people and this means me too get busy and they just don’t notice. I like to take deep breaths, inhale, exhale, touch, give honor to. It has not always been this way. It’s a learned behavior. (not always… because after all we are born with it) When my babies were little I barely had time for a moment of quiet. I missed so much. I mean I documented their moments with video and pictures but so often I just rushed through my days, just trying to make it to the next. Now the most amazing thing has happened and largely due to the fact that I have watched and learned from women wiser who have taught me to embrace to take in each moment as if it could be my last. And it’s working for me. It has me thankful and gratitude creates good attitude, this is true. So below I share some details of my weekend and I send my deepest gratitude to our teachers Kristin and Meredith who put their brilliant heads together and came up with an idea called NOW YOU workshop that has touched the lives of many women now, not just touched but changed and also it has grown real live friendships. This one single idea. Ideas change lives, ideas should never stop happening. You may think it’s all been done before but always always it’s worth trying because as Salvador Dali says “Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.” it is so true. later I will share the people, the love, the relationships but now I share the details.
lately it’s been about the blessing of feathers, I will always smile when they are in my path.
hearts have held that special spot, His calling cards
as I spoke to my little sister about our Aunts quick passing, I was gifted with yet another touch of love.
For me this place has previously only existed in movies and books
I could barely believe this was on my same coast
Even the wood pile was photo worthy
and the mossy streets filled with puddles
the heart is always in the kitchen. nourishing meals where made here.
It was gray but I found color
the sandy shoes left at the door caught my attention
the gift of a notebook couldn’t be more perfect for me, I was jotting notes from the moment we got it.
and again I end with my last self-portrait. As we were taught. PROOF…I was there and not just proof of my feet but my face that is changing with each day.