“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.” ~Thích Nhất Hạnh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
Creativity: writing and design
Gratitude: light traffic in horrendous rain
Joy: A hug from my mama
Awareness: Most people think it’s really dark out in the middle of nowhere, and so it is in the deep woods, but in a clearing it’s as light as the city…the Milky Way stretches overhead, a layer of gauze twists and turns stringing celestial diamonds, shimmering upon the treetops and spreading a blanket of light over the fields.
Gratitude: a warm coat and gloves in blistering wind
Joy: The seat warmers in my car after standing on top of Raven’s Roost, and a home cooked meal waiting for me later.
Awareness: As we were riding on a bitter day the sun hung across the valleys while the mountains remained dark, creating a canvas of shadow and light. As we drove along the parkway we were delighted to see the beauty of natural ice sculptures where springs and runoffs hardened along the rocky crags.
Creativity: Photography and studio set up
Gratitude: a husband and son willing to move heavy objects
Joy: Hot chocolate. Home, always good to be back home.
Awareness: Heaven shook a giant powder puff, coating the leaves and outlining the limbs of trees.
Creativity: Design and studio set up
Gratitude: lunch with Oldest, time to rest after a full day of errands
Joy: the completion of my home office and studio
Awareness: Some moments the drone of airplanes overhead competes with the hum of my computer…inside or out I ask myself…I look at the temperature (brrrr) and continue to peck at the keys.
Gratitude: books, a home office and studio
Joy: Sunshine peeking through my windows, a call from a friend and from my niece, knowing I made and gave the perfect gift and it was much appreciated
Awareness: The cardinal hit the window like a clump of red mud. No sooner had I heard the thump did I see his wings shake. Undeterred my little songbird flew to the pyracantha bush, perhaps to blend in with the berries while he recovered. How often have I mingled with those of likeness until I filled my vessel of courage to stretch my wings?
Gratitude: the ways in which my writing group shares their expertise to help one another, encouragement for those who need it and accolades for all levels of success…all share the joy
Joy: Oldest was offered (and accepted) his dream job
Awareness: There are often times we think we are not getting what we want when in retrospect (after we reach our goals) we realize the things that happened in the meantime were lessons we needed to learn to appreciate or fully utilize the very thing we were waiting on.
Creativity: art journal, writing
Joy: visitation of my muse
Awareness: How often I ignore the whisper of my muse simply because I’m lazy…no matter how active my muse is it does not benefit me unless I am willing to take on the work. And yes, fear is an awful intimidator. I will continue to remind myself that faith is stronger.