the blue muse

There was little time to take photos of my crab apple tree this year, one day it was blooming, and the next we had a heavy, wet snowstorm that broke one branch and destroyed most of the blossoms.

Ah, such is life.

I kind of like this photo anyway, something about faded flowers–they have their very own brand of beauty.

Lately, I’m trying to work out exactly what to do with this space, where to go with it, what to say, which path to take. I hope I don’t seem too scattered here. I know I talk about my garden a lot, which goes to show that it really is a big part of my life.

Cutting back on jewelry shows means another shift, regrouping, reassessing. More questions. If you’ve known me for any amount of time, you know I spend a lot of time with the questions.

I did decide, just yesterday, to divorce myself from the notion of ever being caught up. It’s impossible. There is always something new to add to every slate I clean. I will never been done with everything.

Once again, such is life.

Why does it take so long to figure these things out? Sheesh. I have, in the past (fairly often), embraced the chaos. But the time has come to marry it, the never-ending list, the being pulled in all directions. It’s time to learn to love it. Or at the very least, to live with it.

And like all good weddings, I think that calls for cake, don’t you?

Okay, well, maybe just a piece of chocolate. But I am going to take five minutes and enjoy it.

Savor it. With gratitude.

And I won’t even need to write a thank you note.

By the way, you’re invited to join me.