How to start this but to simply start writing and let my thoughts flow like water. Life seems to be out of control right now. Clearly in my soul I feel the deep working of God or Spirit. The Greatest Potter Of All Time has thrown my clay on a wheel and begun shaping me anew.
Just one second is all it took. One second, one misstep, one fall, one table - one day. God had had enough of us - me and hubs - and I believe one day God decided two of Her creations needed a massive re-do.
Massive re-dos take a lot of time and energy. I'm exhausted. I do not see the Giraffe Head Tree anymore. The passion for photography went on the back burner. Clever words left my brain and the blog suffered, sputtered and nearly died.
The desire to hear music faded but seems to be coming back as I stumble along this process. Journaling with pen and paper has been almost manic, as has "nesting," the act of finding and placing loved objects too long not seen.
However tiny the start of my personal Spring, a blooming is beginning to occur. I think I'm going to be okay, but I'm already a changed person in a very good way. A recent trip to Indiana to visit family we visited Spring Mill State Park, had a wonderful lunch and enjoyed a lovely stroll through the primitive village, the source of these photos. This trip was the first time in months I've actually taken semi-creative photos. It felt good.
The beautiful park was filled with flowing water. Honest-to-goodness babbling brooks, quick running streams where children played, small rapids lifted leaves into the air like little boats. The water, mosses, trees, laughing children were all a balm to my soul. I'll be back blogging more regularly but right now I'm going through a growth spurt. Please talk among yourselves and I'll be back later.
