By this time, I imagine I've shared enough pieces in this space for you all to know that we are a bit like modern day gypsies. At least, this is how I've romanticized the often difficult task of packing up this family of ours every two to four years and moving a couple thousand miles away.
What I want to tell you, is this: I don't always like to move. Joe doesn't always like to move. The same goes for the kids. As much as we have adored this journey, sometimes it is more work than others. When you have no idea where you will be living in 10 months time, it can make for a sleepless night here and there. A wee bit of stress.
This is where photography comes in for me. If I focus on the big picture, on everything…. sometimes it's just too much to take in. Too many distractions. Too many things I'm not exactly loving. Too many worries that I can do nothing about.
Take these pictures for example. That freeway at the end of my neighborhood, not my favorite thing. The construction zone that took over the bike trail, the flood (HESCO) baskets that line the swamp. None of those are especially lovely to look at.
But if I choose to zoom in on what I do love… my perspective changes. I can always find a little thing here and there. There is always a tiny piece of beauty.
If I spend all my time focusing on where I'd rather be, I miss the magic that is happening right in front of me in the here & now.
busy little honey bees
the laughter of my little ones
All of these are moments I will someday hold dear. I'll forget about the other stuff. And you know what? I don't always have to take it all on. None of us do. What an exhausting task that would be.
But to take that deep breath and choose to focus on that ladybug… that is goodness for the soul. Indeed.