Wednesday, May 30, 2012

LIFE.....


It started out just an ordinary day.  An early sunrise, a pastel painting in the sky. Birds waking, one by one, giving music to the start of a new day.  Bluebirds darting in and out of their new nesting place, transporting food for their young.   Chipmunks peeking their tiny little heads out from behind the tree trunks, darting across the lawn as if playing hide and seek with their friends. The trees, now lush and green.  Flower buds of all kinds had burst open overnight, like a child with unabashed excitement.  The crisp air gently brushed against my skin.  Dogs sleeping quietly at my feet.   


It was just an ordinary day.  I woke at my usual time and headed to the front porch with a fresh cup of coffee, steam rising from my cup.  I sat and closed my eyes, breathing quietly into the new day.  


Around me, all around me - LIFE.  Big, bold, colorful, beautiful, extraordinary life.






Wednesday, May 9, 2012

CELEBRATE ME HOME........










HOME......

HOME..... different than a house.  A place of calm, peace, serenity.  A place of love, laughter, and smiles. A place where you can find a heart that hangs above every door and inside every room.  A place where nothing else matters except what exists in this moment.  
HOME....a place that stimulates the senses.  A capsule filled with colors, textures, aromas, things that I can see, touch and feel.  A place where my body is enveloped with a sense of calm, my heart swells with love and passion for all that is.   A place where time stops. 
HOME...
I spend my days doing something that is “other” defined.  Something I have done for years, am good at, get huge respect for, and helps others.  It pays the bills, I get satisfaction from the work, I grow and learn about myself in the process.  But it is not my passion. Something is missing.  
There is a voice inside. Trying to answer to the calling, that place within that keeps nudging my attention.  That little voice that has been silenced over and over again for the “other” defined roles I am asked to be in.  She, that voice, has gotten louder.  Like a stubborn child throwing a tantrum, she is asking to be heard once and for all.  
It is in my creative space that I feel at peace with the world, inside and out.   It is here that my passion lies.  It is here that I am at my best.  It is here that I am free to express myself and give back in ways that make sense.  It is here that I am at HOME.