I can’t even begin to say how wonderful it has been to be home on spring break this week.
To say that I have finally been feeling like an artist again, more like myself for the first in a long time would be a big understatement.
Not that I don’t enjoy my job – I do. But I missed this.
There have been events around here in the last couple of weeks that have been absolutely gut wrenching. I don’t pretend that life will stay the same – I know it won’t, and I believe that change is good, to get us out of our comfort zones, and on to new things.
There have still been a few things this past week that blind-sided me though.
I went and photographed swans with my uncle again this past weekend. There is something about just sitting there, watching the birds, and talking that I really needed. Some things clicked into their proper places after that.
On we go, and keep flying, even when you don’t know how you will be able to. Hearts are resilient things. I learned from a new friend this week that the heart of a racing dove is the same size as the heart of a young turkey. I don’t know what to think of that really, except that there is proof that you can still fly even if your heart is a bit heavier.
In to the sunshine.