It's been a long while since I checked into this blog. I've taken a break from socializing and have quite enjoyed some extreme introverted behavior. I dare say it has been a delicious feeling to embrace the quiet. For the most part, I've even drastically slowed in taking pictures of our days. Mostly because, I've been zapped of photographic inspiration and am still struggling to find something which feels original for me to sink my teeth into. It all sounds kind of dreary and depressing (and it is -- sort of) BUT it has also felt very freeing because I've concentrated on just letting myself be where I am and not feeling the need to prove my relevance to anyone. But to live that quiet, intentional life I so much crave.
Life is in constant motion of searching for that balance and so here I am. Fingers at the keyboard. Challenging myself to untangle the knots of my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. To tie them into words and sentences and photos. To keep my story coming.
And yes, here we are, in the midst of the advent season. As you can see, I've changed my tune a bit this past week in regards to photographic inspiration. How can one not? With all the bright, golden sunshine, the drunk on magic kiddo (how many more years do we have left with her believing? It's fleeting. Most of the time, we think she just kind of goes along with it all because it hurts too much not too), sentimentality peaking with holiday treasures from years past discovered under their layers of newspaper wrap. It's a special time of the year. Full of aromas, more knick-knicks than usual, carols, a flood of little moments remembered and repeated, carrying us into a new year of life.