Getting Brighter

It's been a lonely and hard week.  But it's getting brighter.

Today - One Year Ago

English Paper Piecing

Spring in August

It has been a bit cooler here today.  As I write the rain has started to come down.  Oh the smell of rain.  It makes everything feel clean and new again.

There is a back log of photographs that have been taken over the last year that were uploaded into Lightroom but never edited.  These few shots were taken on one of the first days of spring.  While I edited them today I remembered that special ordinary day.  Being awed by all the newness and budding of the season.  Awakening after the winter slumber.  Daisy and I had gone for a stroll in the neighborhood.  One of our regular walks.  Normally I don't bring my camera with me but that day I did and I am so thankful for it. 

Seven

Seven years of standing beside him, being held by him, loved by him.  I am a very blessed lady.  Falling more in love each and every day that passes.  Life is better with him.  He is my home.

gratitudes

gratitudes: pink colors of yesterday evening's sunset, quiet moments taken by the lake, the chair and table in his garden to regroup, a giggling ladies lunch, wikki stix, cuddling on a blanket with her while reading this on the back lawn

New Shoes

Day with the Bride to be

Enjoyed a lovely afternoon with a sweet soul celebrating her upcoming nuptials with a nature walk and picnic.  And any excuse to play with flowers!

The morning began...

The morning began quietly, peacefully, full of hope and possibilities as mornings often do here.  There was motivation to get things done.  I scrubbed down the kitchen sink, made the bed, threw in a load of laundry, enjoyed a smoothie out on the back deck. Stared meditatively at the flowers potted while I sipped.  I felt energized and ready to tackle the day ahead.  I had grand plans for the afternoon and with that into the car I went, making the trek across the water and into the city.

Mondays are therapy days.  They have been for five years.  Today was one of those therapy days that was.  Feelings shared aloud.  Things that needed to be voiced.  And at the end I felt ...  slog was the word that came to mind in the session. 

People have told me how they feel often feel lighter after a therapy session.  Rarely, if ever, have I had that experience.  Therapy, for me, is slogging.  My heart and guts get pulled out, examined from different angles and somehow stuffed back in, sometimes haphazardly, back into my body before I leave that house near the lake. 

I have worked for the rest of this day to find that motivation that I had of the morning.  The energy was taken up in that therapy session, for good reason.  But I need to find the oasis in the desert to refuel because I'm hosting a bridal shower on Wednesday.  And this girl's got shit to do.

Little Ellie

The Letter K

Today's theme being yellow, I spent the afternoon finishing this surprise for a loved one.

Chocolate Dahlia

A little practice for my friend's upcoming wedding.