With time comes Growth

With Time Comes Growth
Lost in Thought

I recently received a notice from Google about my blog...oh my, my blog!  It has been almost three years since I spent anytime writing for growth.  I wrote articles about art and decorating, but nothing personal has crossed from brain to fingers to paper.  It was only recently that I realized that I have been growing, not necessarily up, but nonetheless, growing.  We think that we are "all grown up",but I seriously believe that we are always on a path of growth.  

In three years I have allowed myself the ability to accept and forgive.  I allowed myself the time to experience new beginnings and many, many endings. Unfortunately, with growth and age, comes the loss of so many family and friends.  Also, sadly, not all those friends were old, or ill, or decrepit or sick. Some went with love and peace, some with pain, some suddenly and some with great anger. 

Our souls decry the need for nourishment. It is with hope that I feel we need to stuff that fire each day with things that can feed that soul.  Often this means moving forward in a field that enriches us with each day, but might be a bit frightening to the self that likes the status level of the known and comfortable.  I find myself taking that cozy little ride to the overstuffed chair and a good book much more often then not.  I crave the desire to jump over the ottoman and reach for the sky, but that takes so much more energy then I am feeling right now.....a common refrain.

My fraternal grandfather never retired, or should I say, retired many times, only to start another business.  I was 17 when I saw him riding around on a tracker, having retired from his last business and starting a nursery out of boredom.  My grandmother said that she thought he would just pass onto heaven, fedora on head, and take that tracker right with him.  She came real close to that prediction. He had a heart attack one sunny afternoon, riding his beloved tracker, but, alas, he left the tracker behind.

He never once said that he didn't have the talent, energy or fortitude to try something new.  In fact, if he had never experienced something, all the more reason to give it a try. My grandmother stayed right by his side in every adventure, and, although we thought she would pass shortly after he, she lived to be well into her 90's and had twenty years of more adventure then granddad.  

My path lately has been the rocky road of volunteering.  As I built my career, raised a son, ran two businesses, gave dinner parties for my career climbing husband, I didn't have time to give of myself freely....ha ha, did I just say that?  Of course, I meant, outside those responsibilities.  After the death of my husband, I jumped head first into volunteering .Although  I am still a bit involved in projects of others,  but have learned to grow from those jobs and explore territory that I never deemed possible. I am not learning  to find spare time for myself. 

I built a little studio a few years ago, and only spend about six months a year in that location, but love the ability to leave a project out for scrutiny and change.My studio is named "Maison de Della", after a store I once owned, for I love to say...."I'll be out there soon Della and we will create works of art."

Enough for now, but next we will talk about Della.