Small Bits of My Week

One thing you may not know about me is that I live a quiet life.  I retired early from teaching because of a recurring bout of cancer and for the past 6 years have been crafting a new life for myself.  My children are grown and out of the house and my husband works long hours.  I worried at first that I would find the long days alone...well, lonely... but discovered that I am quite content and am able to keep busy.

One thing I love to do is record the small moments in my life.  I was introduced to this practice by Michelle GD, whose workshops and IG hashtag #tinytinymoments encourages us to stay present to the small quiet moments of our day.  Here is a glimpse of my week:

This winter has been made up of long stretches of gray, bone-chilling days which have kept me inside more than I like.  Because I began a personal challenge to take a photo a day, I have had to be resourceful.  This has resulted in some lovely moments discovering the play of light on objects in our home I have taken for granted.  I'm seeing things in a new way.

I'm painting again! It is really cold in my studio during the winter, the temperature rarely getting above 60 degrees. This week I moved all of my paints up to the kitchen.  During the day our kitchen table is transformed into my painting place.  Now my paints are happy (they didn't like the cold) and I am happy as well.  

A quiet moment spent looking at my youngest daughter's bedroom.  I love the morning light there.  Not much has been changed since she moved away to work overseas.  I am thinking it may be time to put the things she left behind in storage {don't tell her, but we could use the bookshelf space her books have been occupying ; ) }.

Valentine's Day found me in the kitchen all afternoon, preparing a special meal for my husband.  It came together perfectly and we enjoyed it with a good bottle of red wine.  A lovely, quiet evening.

What has your week been like?  Have there been small moments that brought you joy?  

Sharing with Michelle GD

I have begun a separate section on my website for my photo a day project.  It is called Project 365 and I would love for you to come and check out my progress.  I have made a promise to myself to post both the good and the not-so-good in order to be true to my progress.

I have begun a separate section on my website for my photo a day project.  It is called Project 365 and I would love for you to come and check out my progress.  I have made a promise to myself to post both the good and the not-so-good in order to be true to my progress.

An Acrostic Poem for Gratitude

I recently participated in Gratitude Week 2017, an annual offering from the lovely Michelle GD.  It was a week of reflection upon blessings, both large and small.  During the week Michelle also posted an acrostic poem on ViewFinders, a photography site that she contributes to.  in her post she expressed a desire to see what we would include if we were to write an acrostic poem on Gratitude.  I decided to give it a try.

{An acrostic poem is easy to construct.  You pick a word and write it vertically on a sheet of paper and then next to each letter write a word or sentence that begins with that letter.}


Gifts of the season.  Any season, really.  The muted tones of winter, yellow buds of daffodils in spring, deep verdant green of summer,  the burst of warm colors each autumn, every season enchants and delights me.


Renewal.  The start of the new year, the turning of the page, fresh vigor after a restful sleep, I am thankful for the opportunity to begin again, to start anew.


Apples, in all their iterations.  Apple pie, apple crumble, apple sauce, apple butter, apples and cheddar cheese...the list goes on.  Come September you will find my crisper filled with Macoun apples.  They are my favorite apples, bar none.  


Tea is my go-to comfort drink.  I start my mornings with a cup along with breakfast and the newspaper.  In the afternoon you will often find me seated cozily on the couch with a steaming cup warming my hands and a favorite magazine on my lap.  And, of course, tea always tastes best when sharing a pot with a friend.


I love the inception of an idea, that moment when as an artist I begin to imagine the possibilities for the canvas in front of me, that a-ha moment, when a spark turns into a flame.


Tealights.  Especially during the winter months.  The soft glow they cast, chasing away the gloom of a too-early evening, cheers me.


Updates from these three.  Two of my girls live overseas and one in Brooklyn.  Whether it be by phone, Skype, WhatsApp, or simple text, I relish our conversations and always look forward to hearing from them (although nothing beats spending real time together as a family).


Dog.  Not just any dog but this guy, our Popeye.  Our little man.  When he's good he's very good.  When he's bad, he's...well, you know how the saying goes.  Mischief maker, charmer, endlessly inquisitive, I am thankful daily that he came into our lives.


Enamored.  I am enamored of so much; my husband and daughters, my family and friends, sunrises, sunsets, the phases of the moon.  These are all big and wonderful parts of my life.  But I am also enamored by the small things, the (as Michelle GD so eloquently describes) tiny, tiny moments.  The delicate skin of a garlic bulb, the skeleton of a hydrangea.  The tap, tap, tap, of my fingers on my laptop, and the slow steady chimes of our clock.  Popeye's paw on my knee, my husband's arm draped across me as we sleep.  All this and more, I love and am thankful for.

And you?  What are you thankful for?  I'd love to know.

If you would like to see Michelle's original post click here.  You'll be so glad you did.