that is love
if only i could wear it like that.
like a drop of rain clings to a leaf...
before the storm
and so it is that the poppies have come and gone. i knew that day when i took my camera to the field i didn't have long before they would tuck themselves away again, until next time. even the peonies are done blooming. sigh, but the mountain laurel is in full bloom, and for some reason i don't know, it reminds me of my childhood, something about those sticky flowers. this week my husband and i played hooky for an afternoon and snuck off to the woods for a walk in the rain, where i noticed all the mountain laurel for the first time in so long. how had i forgotten about it? it was like finding a photo you hadn't seen in forever and being taken back to a different time in your life. one week later and most likely it would be done blooming. just like that, things come and things go, and can so easily be missed if you aren't there at the right time. i wonder, how much do we miss in a day? in a lifetime? due to overbooked schedules, too many distractions, endless to-do lists. thoughts like this make me ache for more time doing the things i love, the things that fill me up, the littlest gifts of life that keep me from falling apart. like taking an hour and reading or drawing with my children, or showing them something new, or spending the whole afternoon making dinner, or showing up for yoga class, or being in the woods, or spending the night outside by the fire, toasting marshmallows.... for me, i realized this week that if i don't take the time to find myself when i feel lost i might just fall apart.
and you? what keeps you from falling apart?
even though i haven't been sharing a whole lot - or any- art here lately i have been busy in the studio painting, working on class ideas, and getting ready to teach next week.
...still dreaming about teaching in Italy this October. the deadline to sign up is quickly approaching. and i would love for you to join me there, where we will share memories to last a lifetime. ahhh, italy in the fall... olives, cooking, art, cobble streets, italian skies, and italian accents... take me away.
Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer. ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
i am listening...
over and over again