It’s Saturday morning, farmer’s market day. I’m so thankful for my farmer; I get fresh, local produce all year long. February feels so much less barren and cold when you hold crisp, green and red chard in your frozen fingers. But I’m getting ahead of myself; it’s only November. Thanksgiving.
I’ve been bumping into the subject of gratitude a lot lately. I know it’s Thanksgiving and the season for being grateful, but I’m finding the subject come up in all sorts of places that have nothing to do with the holiday, for instance in random books I pick up. Maybe I’m just being more aware because it’s in the air, but I am thankful. I have such lovely friends, a “rugged” husband (that’s secret code; he’ll understand, and believe me, it’s funny!). We have a new president who brings hope. Pesky little annoyances have been working themselves out. We have this really cool new computer. Life is good.
The thing is, I’ve noticed that the more grateful I am, the more good stuff happens. Now this may be a little woo-woo for some people to take, but woo-woo or not, it works and I’m accepting it in my life and being grateful for it.
I finally took down the Hallowe’en decorations tonight. I always push that off for as long as I can, Hallowe’en being my favorite holiday, and autumn being my very favorite time of year. I opened the big Rubbermaid storage tub and it was redolent with spirits of Hallowe’ens past. I smelled 1993, my goblin and faerie princess children sticky with candy and the excitement of the shadowy night. I miss those days when my children were small. They’re all grown now, and starting to give me grandchildren. Well, one grand daughter so far. I can look forward now to a new generation of goblins, and best of all, filling them with candy and sending them home to their parents!
Good morning! This is the first post of my new blog. I’m learning as I go, so things may be wonky for awhile.
I’m sitting here in my dining room, looking out the window and watching all of our unraked leaves blow into the neighbors yard. I’m feeling guilty because I watched Ray raking, sweeping, and thoroughly cleaning his driveway yesterday. But the leaves are so pretty when they fly around in circles like they are!
And that precisely is what this blog is meant to be about, the art of life. As an artist I see beauty in the mundane. I’m not claiming to be exceptional in any way, but I do know that if we’re both given a camera, my husband would be taking pictures of the vast panorama of the mountains and I’ll be taking a picture of a curious crack in the rock. And so as I go through my days, my goal here is to chronicle my journey as a visual artist and as a being in this world.