Wheweee...what a week! Packing, packing, unpacking, rearranging.. settling one daughter into a place of her own, and us into a new "place in our lives " takes awhile. But a big housewarming basket of goodies from all of us helped the cause... Miss Sophey doesn't look too happy about any of this does she? She says she's surrounded by brothers now!
I'm still unpacking too, from the last large home improvement project- carpeting half the house. Still a few boxes left to go in the kids room and my studio, but I'm taking time to edit and rearrange as I go. It's feeling good to get that done before the holidays this year.
So nothing too fabulous to show for a hard week's work here-- unless photos of moving boxes could somehow be artistically lit and displayed...I'm sure you're glad I passed on that effort. But I did enjoy packing up the Halloween decorations and unpacking my sweet Thanksgiving decorations. Toilet paper roll pilgrims, and a walnut shell turkey (first photo) made by my kids a few years back. And three original "turkey eaters". My favorite decorations are always kid-made.
Only a few decorations fill our home at Thanksgiving time, and that seems right to me. I'm glad for the simplicity of this holiday-- it helps keep me focused on gratitude for all of the wonder and goodness in my life.
Yesterday, I had to remind myself (a lot) that life is wonder. A gloomy, rainy Monday matched my mood-- reality that my first baby bird had left the nest settled in around me. And I was a pretty sad momma bird all day long... just couldn't focus on getting much done, so I read for awhile from my very favorite book, "Beauty rediscovering the true sources of compassion, serenity, and hope", By John O'Donohue. John O'Donohue is my favorite author. He writes like no one else I've ever read; stringing words together in a lyrical, holy fashion as he maps the Irish landscape and Irish heart. He writes about the many aspects of beauty; from landscape to color, birth to death, and so much in between. And somehow, I "get this" Celtic spirituality more than any other. Maybe I should-- with a name like Kelly...
So since I haven't posted for awhile, I'm reserving the right to be "wordy" today. And I'll love you and leave you with a couple sections from Mr. O' Donohues' book:
BEAUTY IS QUIETLY WOVEN THROUGH
OUR DAYS
"Beauty does not linger, it only visits. Yet beauty's visitation affects us and invites us into its rhythm, it calls us to feel, think and act beautifully in the world: to create and live a life that awakens the Beautiful. A life without delight is only half a life. Lest this be construed as a plea for decadence or a self-indulgence that is blind to the horrors of the world, we should remember that beauty does not restrict its visitations only to those whom fortune or circumstances favour. Indeed, it is often the whispers and glimpses of beauty which enable people to endure on desperate frontiers. Even, and perhaps especially, in the bleakest times, we can still discover and awaken beauty; these are precisely the times when we need it most. Nowhere else can we find the joy that beauty brings. Joy is not simply the fruit of circumstance; we can choose to be joyous independent of what is happening around us. The joyful heart sees and reads the world with a sense of freedom and graciousness. Despite all the difficult turns on the road, it never loses sight of the world as a gift"...
BEING HERE IS SO MUCH
"It is tragic that something has to go wrong before we realize the gift of the world and our lives, gifts we could never have dreamed or earned. When something goes deeply wrong, the realization it forces is inevitably learned at the grave of loss. If we were able to live in a deeper state of awareness and wisdom, our days on earth would find a new frequency: spaces would open naturally for beauty to touch us and we need beauty as deeply as we need love. Beauty is not an extra luxury, an accidental experience that we happen to have if we are lucky, Beauty dwells at the heart of life. If we can free ourselves from our robot-like habits of predictability, repetition and function, we begin to walk differently on the earth. We come to dwell more in the truth of beauty... To recognize and celebrate beauty is to recognize the ultimate sacredness of experience, to glimpse the subtle embrace of belonging where we are wed to the divine, the beauty of every moment, of every thing"
Take care,
xo Kelly
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