Half full? Half empty?
My wonderful husband offered yesterday to take me on a picture taking drive. I have just been released (since my elbow surgery) to pick up my camera again. (I did have to sneak a few pictures before the release, 8 weeks is just too long). I also just got a new camera, my first DSLR, my husband knew with out me asking, I needed this day. He patiently chauffeured me half way across the state, just so I could get my camera fix. Never complaining, pointing out views. This is just one example of how he shows his love to me. He knows me so well.
So my glass is neither half full or half empty, it is FULL.
It is running over
Sunday’s Creative prompt was Crane -please read this post for more information surrounding this movement.
When I am feeling beat up or wounded by my work life, I am often reminded about the people in Japan. It puts everything in perspective.
We need to continue to pray for their recovery.
The symbol in this picture is one of their symbols for hope. It represents expectation, anticipation and hope.
The house made me a bit sad, but mostly wondering what happened? Why did this family just walk away? It looks as though some one was in the middle of making a pie, there were dishes still in a dish drainer. Everything was covered with years of dust. It was a strange feeling wandering through this old farm house.
This week has been a tough week at work. Very busy, things not going as planned, people out sick, projects not just falling apart but actually crashing. The rest of the month looks to be at least as busy, and tough. I saw this hawk at lunch time and loved the peacefulness of it. I was fortunate enough to get this shot before he took off to who knows where.
The more I look at it the more it makes me realize, I can soar also. I just have to make that choice. I did not choose well earlier in the week, I was sick and I made the choice to be grumpy. I chose not to act gracefully. I chose not to soar.
Today I choose to be joyful, to be graceful, to soar . . .
Nostalgia: n. a wistful yearning for something past or irrecoverable
Grandma’s Tea Cups
I use to visit my grandma’s house every summer. I remember her living room was lined with shelves that were covered with tea cups, and sugar & creamer sets from everywhere around the world. They were irresistible to my two brothers and I. We touched when we should not have, several sets did not survive our growing up years. My grandmother is 97 years old now, my mother has passed, so I am the keeper of what is left of the collection.
This is one of my favorite sets, a sugar and creamer set.
It has been tough this month to keep up on the photos, work is crazy and stressful. Taking time with my camera is so calming but I am so tired at the end of the day. A couple days ago, my amazing husband sensed my need to get behind my lens even before I did. We left work (we work in the same building) and he headed to the coast instead of home. It was an amazing day, full of fall light and amazing foggy wetlands. Just what I needed. I was calmer, more centered, ready to face the next day at work. We are so fortunate we are only an hour or so from the coast.) Those are probably my most favorite shots of the month, partly because the lighting was so amazing, but mostly because they were a special gift from my husband.
I love the idea of journalling my life, everyday. Leaving something of me behind. I love I love the idea of sharing my thoughts, my photography, my passions, but I am irregular at it, at best. I ready others blogs and see them post everyday, and they write so beautifully, I want to do that, but I just don’t. Not sure why, but I know this about myself, I am an irregular and sporadic blogger.
When I was young, I would start a diary on January first, I would swear to myself that I would write everyday. I would write at least something. Most of my diaries end sometime in February.
I am not sure why I thought a blog would be different, but I did. I almost gave it up, just shut it down all together, but I have given myself permission to be sporadic and irregular in my blogging. It is for me after all.