Last weekend I went on a walk with the intention of taking some pictures…capturing my here and now…in attempts to get my grinds turning. This space has felt so vacant to me and I need to change that. I want to change that. The way I blog stems from my pictures. It allows me to step back and glance at life through a new view/different perspective…finding the innate beauty that is life, and with that comes inspiration to write and understand what is. While on the walk, thoughts flooded my mind. When this happens, I rarely stop to write it all down anymore, thinking that when I look back at the photos I have taken…those thoughts will instantly come right back into my mind. I should really know by now, that it does not happen like that for me, at least not right now. Maybe I just have too much going on in my mind…or life is so busy and loud that my thoughts just keep turning. I used to carry around notebooks with me and a pen, or have one nearby… in the car, by my bed, in my purse… so that when thoughts popped up, I could stop what I was doing (or pull the car over) and capture them while they were fresh. It was a good practice. One that I think I should revisit. The gist of my thoughts from my walk last weekend went something like this:
~life is good
~this past year and a half has felt so burdensome at times
~I am finally feeling secure in my current place of me…ready to set flight
~There are aspects of my life that I cannot figure out or answer right now
~life is still good
~I am excited for next spring and all the planning and prepping we are about to delve into now
~beautiful things are always there amidst the yucky parts, just go take a walk
~and maybe something about the balance between staying present while planning for the future
Metaphorically, the rain has come, the ponds have filled, the children have grown, the fruit is in abundance, and right now, we are in such a beautiful place. Beautiful doesn’t mean perfect. Sometimes beautiful is far from perfect, but it’s still beautiful. Sometimes beautiful is painful, but it’s still beautiful. It’s life. It’s how we grow and change and evolve. It’s up to us how we want to see it all.
I keep thinking I should go out and grab some of that beautiful golden yellow golden rod to dry before fall takes it away. I have already seen the leaves changing and falling from the trees. I am never ready for that…the shift of seasons. I have a hard time letting go of summer. Especially living in a place where summer is more like fall. However, fall this year is going to mean apples and pears, which is something for me to really like about fall. And it means one bit closer to our next adventure. More soon…I promise.