i witness so much creativity surrounding me in the studio. the space itself represents the integration i aim to acheive, witnessing all of the roles and responsibilities in life coming together in this very room. motherhood takes shape as these sweet boys (mine and his longest life pal) played and played well. my feet overturned the lovely container that held what you see. my feet stepped into their play the morning after in a way that reminded me of the day before, reminded me of my love of sweeping, and reminded me to smile.
gathering with other mothers who witness the journey of my life, we see each other as we are. my worn yellow shoes remind me of the spaces of life that have been traveled since having them. i wear them on the feet that go to lead retreats, that facilitate bereavement support, the feet that stand up even if i embarrass myself, feet that feel life all the way to my toes. i make art in these shoes. i stand and cook a meal, chopping vegetables to my heart's delight.
this image is so representative to me of life in this moment. life now. life that's not perfect, nor will it ever be, but because it's my life and the path i'm living does exsit in a perfect state. it is what it is. my life stands before me, right underneath my feet. so, i find myself rooted to this spot. i find myself rooted to this moment, where ever i am.
as a dear, dear soul teaches me in her life example and story:
life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful.
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