ABOUT ME I
As I continue to navigate my way through the wonders of minimalism, I’m discovering that I just love the idea of making room, in my life, for the things that matter most. Nothing quite like the approaching Spring season to motivate us to ‘lean in’ to the task of ridding our homes and our lives of the noise of clutter to free us up to do things that matter with the people in our lives that matter! Joshua Becker has some great ideas to get you going! It’s not enough to just acquire less…it’s actually about realizing that you want less. Big difference.
I’ve just learned that this October 2015 (date forthcoming), our very own Minnetonka School District (and surrounding communities)
is participating in a campaign entitled « Kindness In Chalk”. Now, we have no shortage of sidewalks in this lakeside town
so I plan to be out capturing all of the sidewalk-chalk art of our community members and offerings from local businesses!
A favorite poem, a sketch, heck…your favorite emoji! This will definitely be a fun, day brightener!
Businesses are being encouraged to join in, as well, by getting creative with listing offerings/deals on the sidewalks outside of their doors!
I hope to be out shooting, instagramming and hashtagging #KindnessInChalk
What will YOU share…with chalk?
As much as I love a blue sky kind of day…when I can, I try to make a point to get somewhere so I can devour and marvel at the curtain call on the day. Sometimes I catch it setting from my sofa beyond the steeple of the church up the block. Last week, as I drove down 19 and rounded Lake Minnetonka, I caught myself wanting to pull over several times from different vantage points as I sensed the glow hit my face from the passenger window….KILLED me not to be able to. Many stretches, along the lake shore, are too dangerous and some areas prohibit parking…rightfully so.
The above shot (Gideon’s Bay) is about 4 blocks from my home and always offers a fabulous vista at sunset. It’s a short stroll away at the end of the day and when there are clouds, it’s even more magical!
What was notable, on this night, was that the season of boating hadn’t quite begun so the silence was eerie! « Ice Out » was called on April 5th but not many boat owners had their boats on the lake. I stood there, on the point, and watched for about 15-20 minutes as the color of both the sky AND its reflection in the water changed until the sun merged with the horizon. I am always in awe of the setting sun. Each night offers something different to witness…no two sunsets are alike…I love that.
Today, I attended a funeral for the son of a high school classmate of mine. We aren’t close, nor do we see one another much…mostly just at church on occasion. Yet, when I got the news about the accident, I was gutted. I’ve buried both parents (that’s to be expected at my age) but I don’t have any children of my own so the thought of enduring that pain just left me with knowing that I needed to stop, say hello and offer my sympathy for what is sure to be one of the most devastating losses.
As I entered the church (the very one I attend and where my friend is employed) it was full and bustling with the typical funeral attire: black suites, ties, black coats (it had just been snowing heavily..not unusual for early April). There were two guest books positioned near the door…I signed my name and city, looked up and quickly surveyed the gathering space for familiar faces. I first saw my friend’s sister (aunt to the young man who had died) and went in for a big ‘ol hug…hadn’t seen her in maybe 30 years. She said she wasn’t sure where her brother was so I wandered my way through the crowd and back to the long stretch of tables and easels where images of him were displayed. I’d never met him…he looked just like his dad….spitting image. I’m certain he heard that his whole, albeit short, life. Then I ran into a couple of male classmates, hugged and mentioned how I am going to forever hug people the way I do at funerals; long and purposeful…always.
Made my way back through the crowd, in search of my friend. I couldn’t stay for the service so I wanted to be certain I could greet him in person. I spotted him, we smiled and I walked through the circle of people and embraced him with all my might. I felt tears building as we slowly let go and the words « I’m so sorry » came out. Those 3 words always seem so lame to me..weak. Like what we say when we don’t know what else to say. I sometimes think the hug is more meaningful yet we feel we have to fill dead (pardon the use in this case) air or something. My friend held both my shoulders and looked me in the eyes and said: « Sue, we don’t know what God’s plan is. » And I said, « But we know that it is perfect. » He smiled, we hugged again, I kissed him on the cheek and said « Take care. »
I didn’t stay long but I couldn’t not go. I just remember the people that surprised me at my mother’s funeral 5 years ago and what an impact that had on me. Even if I can’t stay for the service, I will always do what I can to be there for the people in my life…regardless of knowing the departed.
Rest in peace, Zack.
I love this quote so much that I bought every greeting card that Provisions, in Excelsior, had on hand! I ration sending them out and check back regularly to see if they’ve restocked this gem.
Why the hoarding? Well, it’s not like me but I love to send hand written cards and I love to let others know that it’s okay to « piss away » a day or at the very least, an afternoon. 🙂
I mentioned, yesterday, that I would be on call all day for an organization where photographers volunteer their time for families grieving fetal demise. It’s not for everyone. I get asked a lot: « How do you do it? » Honestly, I find my strength and guidance from God. My shift, today (7am-9pm), was quiet…not even a heads up for an impending loss. I was grateful.
Instead, I hung out and tackled my taxes & the bottom drawer of my file cabinet. I stayed close to my phone and my camera bag was packed and parked at the door. I never went outside. While I kept thinking a call could come in at any time, I just bounced from task to task with no real timeline. So was the day that I set aside for volunteering wasted? Not in my book. The bonus was that my services were not needed and that’s pretty awesome!
We’ve all done it; researched & planned a much needed vacation. We pack, travel by whatever means necessary and return home. These are rough days. While it is, without a doubt, the getaway we deserve…the « re-entry » is a bitch. Especially if your getaway is too early in the season (ie January!). Please make no mistake, this trip I just took was FABulous and one I would not have missed! I was requested to be present and witness Lauren & Marc exchange vows on the beach in sunny Mexico at a pretty resort in Puerto Morelos! Please feel free to search my hashtag #LaurenMarriesMarc on Instagram for more of the celebration!