Gratitude: Cuddling with fur babies
Joy: fun time out for dinner and drinks with DirtMan and Oldest
Awareness: Music. Where would we be without it? Even the smallest of tots respond to it. A baby is crying and stops mid scream to smile as she starts swaying her body to the beat of background music. I have no instruction or experience with any musical instrument (except the recorder, haha!), I can’t carry a tune, and I trip over my own feet when I dance…but oh my, I love to sing and dance…when I’m alone, of course!
Creativity: macro photography
Gratitude: A day to myself, a trip to Trader Joe’s, a walk around the neighborhood
Joy: cooking homemade spaghetti and meatballs…one of my favorite things to make
Awareness: Never seems to amaze me how nature (fresh air, sunshine, a bit of greenery, and wildlife) can lift me out of a melancholy mood.
Gratitude: Reading time! DNA, nuff said!
Joy: Multiply conversations with my brother and one of my sisters…perhaps, I should just say family.
Awareness: How I can smell rain long before it arrives… How do I describe this scent? I really don’t know how to say it…an earthy moist air that I distinctly associate with oncoming rain. Ok, I’m standing outside and the air feels thick, slightly damp, smells close to lined dried clothing, and the birds, oh the birds, how that chitter and fly about and the squirrels scatter about as they eat pine cone seeds and acorns. The grey sky looks and feels as if I can almost reach up and grab a chunk of it. And I think the clouds most certainly taste like creek water, not a fresh flowing mountain spring, but a rivulet which stands a bit more as it circles and tops rocks and takes in the flavor of tree roots intruding upon its banks.
Creativity: doodle art and writing
Gratitude: an unexpected lighter day
Joy: finally started reading this month’s book club selection
Awareness: I am content to be in silence among only the breath and heartbeat of love. I hear nothing else. I feel total satisfaction as I snuggle into myself and listen.
Gratitude: another light day which allowed some writing time
Joy: creating art from mistakes!
Awareness: In art there are no mistakes! Today I am noticing the beauty of mistakes, mainly the lesson. Specifically, it’s a perspective thing. What one would view as an utter photographical error can actually be a life lesson, not necessarily in photography but in living, how we approach our work or play…even how we view ourselves. Photography not only shows us what we see in detail, but it puts what we miss right in front of us.
Gratitude: After tornado warnings most of the afternoon, we found ourselves safe and sound
Joy: A much quieter evening than day, reading time
Awareness: The scent of roses overwhelmed me as I was sitting at my desk. No roses in the house. I walked outside, and the scent was even stronger (no roses outside either), even stronger than browsing in the rose garden at Botanical Gardens. The only time I’ve ever smelled the depth of this scent was on my grandmother as she wore rose perfume. I sniffed my blouse and hands, weirdly roses wafted from them as well.
Creativity: Unless you count daydreaming and a note here or there I have zilch…migraine messed me up
Gratitude: Thankful by late afternoon my migraine had lessened to a manageable headache, and I was finally able to eat. Also grateful we suffered no significant damage from fallen limbs from the high winds.
Joy: A writing reference book I ordered arrived
Awareness: After tornados in surround areas yesterday, we still had high winds today. At times, it was difficult to differentiate the pounding on the roof from the pounding of my head. The swirling winds sounded like howling ghosts one minute and a motorboats cutting through a wake the next. The cacophony of pings, rings, and dings kept the dog at the window. A few times the sound of rolling pine cones on the roof sounded more like a fat squirrel dive bombing and losing his footage and tumbling down. Small limbs smacked and cracked against the house while a couple of larger ones crashed with a heavy thud to the sodden ground. Amid this, the rustling of the dried Japanese Silver Leaf grass (which we didn’t trim down this fall) fought for its place among the melodies of all the wind chimes.