How I miss my mother
It's been a week-and-a-half since my mother died and a week tomorrow since her memorial service.
I never realized how much of an anchor she was in my life just by being there.
I feel adrift since her passing. I can't get my brain to reboot fully since coming back. My photography has gone light years in a couple weeks with the addition of my own studio lights, background support, etc.
My writing, not so much.
Writing requires thinking. My best writing requires my heart to be in it.
My heart is still broken. Losing Peggy seven months ago was something I was just coming to grips with when mom died last week. My heart hurts when I think about both these strong women no longer in my life.
But somehow, I can get my eyes and my camera to work with the way my heart is feeling right now. I keep drawing comfort from -- all things -- the Hindu faith.
Which brings me to this photo, taken earlier today, Earth Day.
I had spent two hours in a meeting about the Cri and the direction we are taking it. I stopped at Bigby's Coffee to use the bathroom and refill my cuppa. As I was leaving, I spotted the tulips. Once I walked around them in my exploration, and saw the strong backlighting, The following Hindu expression popped into my head.
Mata Prithvi Putroham Prithivya -- "Earth is our Mother and we are all her Children"
Both my mothers have been giving me little jewels when I think to quiet my mind and relax.
Maybe I'm ready to write again.
I'd hate to think I'm being presented with that writing award Saturday in Green Bay and that was THE best I have done in my entire career.
I still have lots left to say.
Just need to find my voice again.
I never realized how much of an anchor she was in my life just by being there.
I feel adrift since her passing. I can't get my brain to reboot fully since coming back. My photography has gone light years in a couple weeks with the addition of my own studio lights, background support, etc.
My writing, not so much.
Writing requires thinking. My best writing requires my heart to be in it.
My heart is still broken. Losing Peggy seven months ago was something I was just coming to grips with when mom died last week. My heart hurts when I think about both these strong women no longer in my life.
But somehow, I can get my eyes and my camera to work with the way my heart is feeling right now. I keep drawing comfort from -- all things -- the Hindu faith.
Which brings me to this photo, taken earlier today, Earth Day.
I had spent two hours in a meeting about the Cri and the direction we are taking it. I stopped at Bigby's Coffee to use the bathroom and refill my cuppa. As I was leaving, I spotted the tulips. Once I walked around them in my exploration, and saw the strong backlighting, The following Hindu expression popped into my head.
Mata Prithvi Putroham Prithivya -- "Earth is our Mother and we are all her Children"
Both my mothers have been giving me little jewels when I think to quiet my mind and relax.
Maybe I'm ready to write again.
I'd hate to think I'm being presented with that writing award Saturday in Green Bay and that was THE best I have done in my entire career.
I still have lots left to say.
Just need to find my voice again.