what i love
Creation is a better means of self-expression than possession;
it is through creating, not possessing, that life is revealed.
~ Vida Dutton Scudder
I am so happy to be taking part in the Courage to Fly blog hop. What a fabulous group of creative souls, filled with inspiration. We were given the option of answering one of several questions, and this is the one that jumped out at me:
What do you love? and why?
I think this one jumped out at me because I had an immediate answer. And then later, several other answers came to mind. And then of course, several more. So much to love, so little time.
But the simple answer, the one that immediately popped into my head was this: life.
Although, of course, life is never simple, is it? And some days, life is hard. Or sad. Or unfair. Or a struggle. But that’s the thing about life. It gives you lots of second chances.
Each day is a new beginning, Or each hour, or each minute, or each breath, depending on how you choose to look at it. Because if you’re here, and you’re breathing, you’re in it.
A gift that is so easy to take for granted, while at the same time, being the most precious gift of all. Now, of course, my life is not perfect. In many ways, it hasn’t turned out the way I expected, or hoped, that it would. But in many, many other ways, I am blessed.
I have a home. No, it’s not my dream home, but it is the home in which I dream. I make my living as an artist from this home. There is never as much money as I’d like, but every day, I do something I love.
I have food on my table, some of it grown in my garden. Almost always, I also have a vase full of flowers on that same table. I have family to eat with and gather round, I have tea to drink in the morning, a slice of cinnamon toast before I go to bed each night.
Small things, simple pleasures, second chances.
And there is beauty all around me, in a child’s smile, a bud on a tree, the painted sky of a setting sun. There are words that come as gifts, and words that fight their way to the surface. There is the tiny bunny rescued from the dog that killed his siblings. There is a cardinal singing love songs in a tree. There is joy and sadness, tragedy and comfort, flight and falls. Through it all, there is hope.
Hope for a better world, hope for more kindness, hope that I will remember, every day, to stop and live the life I’m in.
This wonderful, difficult, charming, exhausting, filled-with-second-chances progression of days.
Because having the courage to fly isn’t just about spreading your wings.
It’s also about the breathing. The inhale and exhale
that is life.
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