Monthly Archives: July 2015

Sparkles

treesYesterday we went for one of our many delightful walks, this one around the lake that’s right next to the lake I live on.  Just as we were nearing the small bridge we saw a couple of deer and then a little spotted doe walked across the path.  The doe stopped to look at us curiously for a minute or two and then eagerly pranced along the path the others were meandering up. We then discovered a little turtle laying on top of a sloped rock. An orange dragonfly started to buzz him and tried to land on the little turtle’s head.  The turtle would pull his head into his shell and the dragonfly would fly off. This repeated for quite a few minutes. It looked like he was trying to annoy the turtle.  It was so cute to watch. Finally the turtle fell into the water and we moved our attention to three or so tiny bass swimming around. And some mallards made an appearance. It was the perfect walk but every walk is. This morning is an equally beautiful day with the little lake very blue and lots of sparkly sunshine on the water.  I enjoy my ritual on sunny mornings.  As I wake up and lie in bed the walls and ceiling reflect the water shimmer.  And I look out the window and can see the undersides of tree leaves shimmering.  We eat our breakfast outside and, as usual, I can’t stop staring at the sparkles.  The sparkles are beautiful, brilliant light.  When the breeze picks up the sparkles multiply, and when it calms down the sparkles are fewer, yet more noticeable. I’ve tried to capture it on camera but I’m not able to do so.  My sparkly light will have to remain a memory.  While we eat, we’re entertained by downy woodpeckers today.  Most days it’s crows, cardinals, nuthatches, titmice, wood ducks, bluebirds, wrens, blue or green or night herons…you name it. 

Later today I walked to my second favorite bench, that’s next to a brook.  On the way, I saw more deer with yet another young one who crossed my path after carefully sizing me up.  He had little stubby antlers and met up with his Dad who had very large antlers and one other deer. I watched them munching from the branches and slowly move along through the woods.

Soon I’ll be leaving this place I’ve lived in for many, many years now.  I feel very fortunate to be in such a surprisingly lovely natural area that’s so close to the hustle and bustle of suburbia including office buildings and traffic.  While I love the lake, trees, walking paths and natural areas, I’m still looking forward to living in and exploring a new area, sometime this year.  I know the change will be great for us.  We’ll move into a house that will allow us to even better provide an inspiring environment for us to follow and enjoy our dreams.  I only hope the next home will also have lots of trees to enjoy, sparkly water to gaze at, and natural areas to walk and relax in with lots of wildlife.  Whatever it offers, I’m excited to meet up with it and I know I’ll love it.

Why I Love Painting and Writing

I was emailing someone about this yesterday…that I usually consider myself a very observant person.  I shared however, that after I finish a painting, I look back at the original subject matter (usually a photo I’m painting from), and notice something thatphoto-2 I hadn’t initially observed.  I feel I miss something…either a shape, the light, colors, or an emotion.  Painting is showing me how much more there is for me to become aware of.  The same thing happens after I finish writing a piece.  I become aware of what I could edit to make it better.  “Better” can appear as an unrealisIMG_3221_2tic quest for perfection.  “Better” can also mean I now have a different view, new approach, or another opinion.  Because I’m constantly morphing, I’m always seeing things with fresh eyes.  Wanting a redo, I tell myself, “I’ll just noodle with it some more”.  Since I Ieft the corporate world I’m happy to leave goal stating in the past (whoopie), and yet, here’s one worth following.  Lighten up!!  Isn’t the real goal for all of this, in part, to enjoy myself?   Whatever was created or happened a second ago, leave it alone.  Let go of rethinking how I phrase my thoughts, or rethinking photo-118what I create.  Gracefully move on because that’s what I’m doing anyway.  I’m always becoming more clear, finding a better method, allowing a more enjoyable way of being, discovering and seeing something differently than I did even a second ago…whether in art or life.

Thank You

I love thanking people, especially through a handwritten note.  However, the following sentiments I can’t d and s hands frontjust drop in the mail so I’m sending it out to the Universe right here.

I’m grateful for my divine guidance, all the people who have no idea they’ve been my teachers, those I purposely reached out to for assistance and received great coaching, weirdly wonderful coincidences, and the gazillion served experiences I’m learning from.  And to myself for releasing all of the limiting behaviors and beliefs I once held, or I wouldn’t have allowed for this to be…and most of all, to my kind and patient soulmate.