The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium.
~Norbet Platt
Today has been a difficult one. I spent all morning working on what turned out to be the most challenging client photos I’ve ever done. I finished them, but I’m not sure if I succeeded – my client hasn’t seen them yet. So I’ll worry until she sees them and gives me her feedback.
But more difficult is that it is Mothers’ Day. My Mom passed away last year, the day after Mothers’ Day. So this is my first without her. I’ve tried to keep my mind off of it, but it’s there, always at the edge of my thoughts. I’m well and truly a grown woman, but when I think of her, it’s always as her baby. I also lost my sister this year. She was much older than me – she was married before I was born and I have nieces very close to my age. Growing up, she was a surrogate mother. It wasn’t until I reached adulthood that we came to have a relationship of sisterhood.
I miss them both.
So what does all of this have to do with the quote I opened my post with? Well, while I rarely actually ever write with a pen and paper any longer, I often express my feelings by putting fingertips to keyboard. My avatar, on the other hand, is quite content to sit under a tree in her garden, scratching her thoughts into a notebook. I sat watching her and suddenly, I heard the birds singing, I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face, feel the gentle breeze against my bare toes.
And most of all, I felt my mother’s love. And my equilibrium settled slowly back into place. Her Mothers’ Day gift to me.
Pics by Peep 