Yesterday my husband and his sisters laid their beloved mother to rest and today was the 3rd anniversary of the death of my own mother. I woke up and tried to talk myself into laying in bed most of the day but my conscience wouldn't allow it.
Routine was better than sulking the day away so I lead Maggie out for her walk only to find a foggy, dreary morning. What most might greet with disdain, I found only profound beauty. I went back into the house for my camera and snapped some pictures of the remaining raindrops that clung to the bare limbs of the maple tree in the foreground of the foggy field.
I started my day as normal and checked my email and scrolled through Facebook. I dressed and went to work in my studio and finished a commissioned pair of seahorse earrings and made 7 other pieces of jewelry for my show this weekend.
I called my sister and invited her to lunch. We spent the afternoon talking about family without tears in our eyes. We talked about how we have started seeing all of the shades of gray in our lives that we never saw in our youth. We laughed. We have become humbled by our life trials and losses. We were able to compare notes about ourselves and our families that we once would never share with each other; worried that we might not be measuring up to the expectations that we held for ourselves.
Despite the losses that we both were feeling, we were able to move through our day with love in our hearts. It may not have been the best of days but it was a lovely day nonetheless.
Routine was better than sulking the day away so I lead Maggie out for her walk only to find a foggy, dreary morning. What most might greet with disdain, I found only profound beauty. I went back into the house for my camera and snapped some pictures of the remaining raindrops that clung to the bare limbs of the maple tree in the foreground of the foggy field.
I started my day as normal and checked my email and scrolled through Facebook. I dressed and went to work in my studio and finished a commissioned pair of seahorse earrings and made 7 other pieces of jewelry for my show this weekend.
I called my sister and invited her to lunch. We spent the afternoon talking about family without tears in our eyes. We talked about how we have started seeing all of the shades of gray in our lives that we never saw in our youth. We laughed. We have become humbled by our life trials and losses. We were able to compare notes about ourselves and our families that we once would never share with each other; worried that we might not be measuring up to the expectations that we held for ourselves.
Despite the losses that we both were feeling, we were able to move through our day with love in our hearts. It may not have been the best of days but it was a lovely day nonetheless.
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