Twisting In Transition

The Unknown forces you bear down on the Now.  Days and moments become more precious and important to daily living, as you focus on what’s in front of you.

It may sound like a good remedy for the chaotic wails of the modern world, but that’s only if you’re fearless.


Sometimes, the Unknown holds the hand of its cousin, Fear.  Fear has a way of keeping you awake at night and stopping you in your daily tracks. Fear demands you flee, hide or kick its butt. I don’t know about you, but I’m not as bad-ass as I’d like to believe. I’m reminded of this when Fear tags along. I’d like to add, “uninvited,” but we all know that’s untrue. Continue reading “Twisting In Transition”

I’m A Work In Progress

I’m a work in progress.

It’s taking longer than I thought. Both the unfolding of me and our life transition.

I grasp at lovely things, as if they were branches that will keep me from going under. Until this household move, I had little idea that I thrive on aesthetics, taking in beauty as if it were air.Grab a branch

Since our old home is on the market, loaded with charm and sacred, secret spaces, it needs daily care. I’m constantly, gardening, cleaning, giving it love. But, I’ve given all my love. 

 

Artist Supplies

I don’t paint anymore. I haven’t worked in the studio for weeks, and weeks. I had no idea this transition would totally take out my practice. Everything is out of place. This isn’t good for an artist. We get irascible when we don’t work….no one wants the business end of a stalled artist.  With the exception of Tuesday mornings with my dear teacher, painting does not happen. I’ve started daily ink drawings for Inktober. It’s something.

So, as I often do in times of uncertainty, I look for the lesson. Am I learning patience? Am I learning faith? Is it both….or more? Yes, I’ve considered it’s me. It always is, you know? Not always me, always us…you. We get in our own ways. Continue reading “I’m A Work In Progress”

Hello Fall!!!

Hello Fall!!!

A season of transition, of quieting, of reflection…moving inward.

Hello new home. A place of peace and beauty, lost toothbrushes, rock piles and weeds…lots of weeds.

In this contract we make with life, we’re obligated take it all. We tease apart the wheat from the chafe. Ferreting out the moments, the glimpses, the wins – and treasure them. Like seasoning in a dish, those moments make life delicious or, at times, at least palatable. It’s these small, blessings that nourish our lives, our bodies, and our hearts.

I’ve started this new project – Notes From The Nest on this first, glorious day of autumn. It’s mostly a photo journal chronicling our journey from a home we lived and created in for 18 years to a mid-century modern place that needs a little love. There are so many facets to such an adventurous transition – I’ll explore them with you and you’ll probably have your own to share.  I’m ever so grateful to our friend for selling us her family home. It has so much of who she is in it.  But, we need to leave our mark, too. The history will always remain. So settle in for a long ride – I’m going to.

I haven’t written for a long time, but it seems appropriate now, as my voice has softened, my eye has sharpened and I just know there is charm to be found – no matter where you are . Charm is my rocket-fuel. (click to Tweet). As an artist, the  beauty around me feeds my soul and fuels my muse. My hope is you also find nourishment here. A place to take sweet sips, rest, reflect and discover your own “moments.”

I hope you’ll join me by following, Notes From The Nest. It will be nestled as its own page on the “Art of The Well Lived Life” site, so you can join the list there – or here at the bottom of the page.

Our new place is named Nido De Rio, because everyplace should have a name.

Happy Fall, Friends. May your transitions be gentle and your blessings plentiful.