Somewhere in between the leaving and arriving, mess of boxes.. unpacking and saving (trying to)..then thinking, now what? I finally took breath and found myself thinking back. When was the last time I actually sat down to play the piano or to paint? It’s been a while. Maybe it’s this somewhere in between feeling that just gets me. Living in the future or past, pining. I want to be here.
I want to be inspired. Be a part of something creative that brings people together in a positive way. Live in the here and now.
What inspires you?
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Also, in the making of some photography prints & artwork (soon hopefully — it’s been quite a while!)..
There’s something so romantic and personal about a letter. I found another box of letters from my grandfather and grandmother, most written during the war. There were at least one or two written a week. This last one was signed, “Remember that I love you with all of my heart, devotedly yours” — It brought tears to my eyes. I wish I lived then.. I say this so often, but it truly drives me nuts how over connected we are now, it just doesn’t feel as personal. Wherever I go people are all glued to their phones, not even thinking to look at the real live world around them. Even when I am spending time with someone, every few minutes their phone will go off and from there most will feel the immediate need to answer back. Can’t it wait? Just once? Just feels like we’re only partly with someone now.. I have gotten sidetracked. But I guess I just wanted to say how alive it must have felt for my grandmother and grandfather, having been away from each other for so long during the war, to have had those letters to look forward to each week. How romantic.
I keep wondering what it would have been like had I stayed. So many directions you can take yourself in life. I sure do miss you.
What a wonderful weekend ❤
Love should be like breathing. It should be just a quality in you, wherever you are, with whomsoever you are, or even if you are alone, Love goes on overflowing from you. It is not a question of being in Love with someone, it is a question of being Love.