I often ask myself this question as I navigate the complexities of my inner and outer life. While healing from the loss of my husband and the life we shared, I find myself not only exploring new paths but doing so alone, without his guidance and support. As the pain of loss and separation transforms into new possibilities and challenges, I wonder just where I am headed in this new life. I find myself again in a transitional space, where…
During my healing process from grief, I realized the importance of acknowledging that I had options, even when it seemed like there were none. Accepting the possibility of choices—whether it meant pushing myself on a particular day or allowing myself to rest—empowered me and made me feel more in control. I continue to find that exploring my choices helps me navigate challenging situations. Inspired by the vibrant colors in a local store’s paint department, I used paint samples to create…
Inspiration can be hard to come by, especially in late winter when I long for growing things and melting ice and snow. The sun felt warmer than usual on a recent walk, and birds were enthusiastically singing. I felt the promise of approaching spring. I could imagine the soft green of springtime, the sky like delicate blue lace above the melting ice, and the crocuses soon to appear, pushing their bright blossoms skyward. I felt inspired by the certainty of…
After a long, wintry month of February, I spotted two hopeful snowdrop blossoms while out for a walk. They twinkled like tiny stars nestled in the partially frozen ground. I love these little flowers, as they are usually one of the first signs that winter is ending in my area. In the Language of Flowers, a poetic form of communication widespread during Victorian times, snowdrops often symbolize hope. What can be more hopeful than the first blooms of spring? I…