Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.
Life happened while we were all making plans. But now, we are all trying hard to get our swap back on track.
Thinking back to November from January was harder than it should have been,
but there was a lot of living in between, I think.
This piece does represent how I felt in November when the last of the brilliant Fall leaves were gone and the bare branches I would be looking at for the next 6 months were exposed.
The crow is bringing her the message that winter is on its way and the time for nesting is here.
It also shows how I am still feeling as we live in January; that desire to bundle up against the barren elements is still very present.
I imagine that under her cloak is all the color needed to fill her up and keep her well until Spring.
The second spread includes the photo that inspired the pages,
taken back in November, when the branches went bare…
I have to say I am a little sad that these pages are in Nicola’s book, and not in my own journal.
It will be hard to bundle them up and send them on their way.
This week is going to be all about friends and being there for one another, in the good and the bad.
Tomorrow, I head up north again. One of my dear friend’s lost her Dad last week and I am heading up to be there at the visitation and the funeral, and to give her some extra big loving as she faces this sad, sad loss.
I called some other friends when I found out I would be making an unexpected trip to Montreal. Now, I will be sleeping in 4 different places between Tuesday and Saturday, and seeing quite a few of my favorite non-family peeps back home. Of course, I will squeeze in a big hugging session with my Mom, as well. Putting out love and getting some of that rich medicine back as well.
David will keep the home fires burning and the furry kids well while the Rogue-y and I head out on the highway.
Life is a bittersweet journey, isn’t it, Beautiful Ones ?
But I am grateful everyday to be traveling it…
Big Love !