… it was with some incredible hubris, if not utter disrespect, that I’d made these plans. I knew nothing about Truchas–its rich and complicated history, its heritage, its people, its simple AGE (the village was founded in 1754).
A birthing that necessitated pain, as all birth does, was taking place and I was in it. I was coming into ME. And my paintings reflected all of it–the growth, the pain and the confusion.
… that has made me think and wonder: What do I miss by being fearful? What would I be amazed by if I wasn’t bound up by old restrictions?
The day dawned gentle and bright here in Truchas and it was basically a typical morning except that I have a confession to make…
It is silent beyond words. A raven flies above me and I HEAR its wings cutting through the sky, bringing an immediate and private smile to my lips.
Joshua Becker, who writes the blog Becoming Minimalist, recently offered a wonderful list of links that are out here on the internet to help us navigate the holidays. I wanted to share them with you so here they are.