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I can soar . . .

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: Sunday Creative

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.

Favorites (POTD Sept. 2010)

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.

Blogger – I am not (my bigger picture moment)

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.

Sunday Creative – Timeworn

I am finally getting around to posting the Sunday Creative.

Timeworn (literally worn by time)

Sunday Creative

This old truck resides in the barn next to our house. It is timeworn, inside and out. Some days I feel like this old truck, timeworn. I have this arm thing, tendinitis, in my right arm. I am so right handed, I am not even sure my body know the left hand is there most of the time. The one thing that aggravates it the most is what I love doing the most, photography. The days that I am aching most, are the days I feel timeworn. I have been through PT, 15 weeks of it, not too much change. The next step could be surgery, I am not sure about that.

Most days though I feel alive, not timeworn, but younger than my 52 years. I am happy in my life. I imagine that this time worn truck had a happy productive life, and now sits happily timeworn.

Caught between summer & fall (POTD Aug 31 & Sept 1)

Here we are caught right in the middle. Is it summer? Is it fall? It seems to me that summer hardly showed up this year and here I have pumpkins anxiously awaiting fall. We are teetering in on the edge of fall, but I am not ready. I love fall, but I am not ready to get out the sweaters. I am not ready to give up working in the yard. Fall will come, whether I am ready or not, and I will embrace it when it does. But for right now I stand trying to hold it off . . .