So it would seem that, much like I was with homework in high-school, I’m incapable of sticking to a project on a daily basis. Sigh….such is the life of the artist I guess. The artist with three kids even more so. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not taking a pause everyday to stop, appreciate, and feel true gratitude for the little things during this 365 grateful journey. Although sometimes it’s not as easy as it may seem it should be. I’ve been finding that often the something I might be smiling over just doesn’t translate into something beautiful or “good enough” for the blog. I suppose that’s part of the challenge…make it beautiful. See your everyday in new and wonderful ways. I have to admit to getting frustrated and not just a little bit stumped. I shoot people…and food…but how much of my kids and our breakfasts do you really want to see?
And then something glorious happened. I decided not to care. About being late on a post, about whether I took 365 pictures of Georgia, or about whether or not my shot may attract or repel a potential client, because this is for me, for us, and ultimately these images are ALL reflections of my world: the good, the bad, and let’s face it, the sometimes blurry. And that’s ok. This is me and my art. My gratitude for the gifts I’ve been given.
Today I am grateful for Spring. February 1st is St. Brigid’s Day in the Celtic world, a new name for the older celebration of Imbolg which marks the quarter and the official first day of Spring. We were blessed with soft light today and a warm breeze and the first blush of chartreuse on the shrub by the stairs. And it made me smile.
Day 6. Spring.