This has been a powerful week. I don’t know how else I would describe it. Here are images from my art journal, and some comments and links that help tell the story.
Last week Mark celebrated a birthday, and his parents came all the way from Missouri to visit for a couple of days. They took us out for a very nice meal and just hung out with us. We were honored to have them here. So, on Friday, Veterans Day, I expressed my gratitude for their visit, for their excellent health that enabled them to make the trip out here.
For all the Veterans in my family I give thanks. And I was very moved by this blog post by LeAnne as she wrote of the Marines in her life.
Do you see a pattern here in my art journal? There’s this little blue bird that keeps appearing every day now, as though she has been set free.
Saturday, the 12th, was a day of rest, a Sabbath indeed. There was even a nap in the afternoon. ……..I heart naps.
Sunday, a day of worship, but also a busy day. We host Family Promise at our church and we were busy helping folks settle in for the week. I shared this art journal page on Monday, saying that “something clicked”. Spirituality can never be boxed up or confined, and extends far deeper and wider than we can grasp.
That was the moment the little bird came out of her cage, I think.
Fast forward to Wednesday. That is the day I have yoga class in the evening, which I love. From that practice I am learning to love this body that my soul currently resides in. But the art that came to the journal page shows little miss blue bird having a pout because “why does it all have to sag?” Followed by the little cloud of words saying “get over it”. Can you relate?
On Thursday my daughter called for some motherly advice. How grateful I am for the beautiful relationship we have! And though my journal entry is all about being thankful for my children and for the gift of being their Mom…this gratitude is not limited to just one day. It is every day. I thought of the two quotes from my kids that mean the most to me, and they are written on the journal pages. Two other online friends have also written about the joys of motherhood. My friend Dawn, who loves to scrapbook, writes of her gratitude and her family here. And Julia wrote a fabulous poem about what she “sees” in her little girl, which you can read here.
What was powerful about these last few days?
I found that once again on a Tuesday I was struggling to live from a place of gratitude.
A pattern emerged. Same thing had happened the week before, but why? All I know is that I need to get out of that pattern. My solution? Get out with my camera and look at the trees again, let the focus be on something new and different rather than the same old same old. It worked.
Thank you to all of you who share your thoughts and comments here, by email, and in person. I am truly grateful for each and every one of you.