When I grow up....I hope I have lots of time to be a writer. Writing is indescribable. It's an outlet for my emotions. It's an expression of my creativity. It's a reflection of my personality. I don't know what I would ever do without it.
When I grow up....I hope I have lots of time for photography. It is truly an art. Taking a snapshot of something is like taking a picture of *life* itself. It's capturing a moment in time. Small snippets of times gone by, times that will never be again, are engraved forever in these amazing little things called photographs.
I never want to be too busy to sit in the sunshine and simply READ when I grow up. Especially the darling antique type books, beautifully bound and brimming with ancient wisdom, high standards, truly *moral* morals, and chivalrous romance. I can never have too much of it, I simply devour those yellowed, fragile pages!
I pray that I am never too busy, or too grown up, to notice the little things. The small things that are easily overlooked; very often passed by. But so amazing when you stop for a moment, and really LOOK. If you haven't noticed anything tiny and yet breathtaking lately, you need to stop; look at the world around you. Just observe for a minute. You'll probably be glad that you did.
I too want to have time for these things. I have gone from experiencing those little moments, to seeing my child experience those little moments. I am called again and again to see when I am in too much of a rush to allow her to have her moments of wonder at the world around.
ReplyDeleteThe challenge is to make time for those little things and carve out time for that which feeds our souls and enriches our lives.
ps love your photos. And I had a lovely yellowed old copy of Thyra Varrick, a wonderful story- I think she was a Scottish Presbyterian girl and it was written in the late 1800s- that I passed on to someone years ago but know you'd love it if you could find a copy. Keep your eye out when you are thrift shopping!
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