Some challenges are straightforward: six loads of laundry is six loads of laundry.
Some challenges are not what we expect: the ten year art career plan is really the 22 year life-family-art-failure-faith-journey jumbled together non-plan.
and some challenges change the way we see things: getting my kids to the bus on time turns my view of our humble driveway into a moment of wonder.
Another morning starts; I get the kids up, dressed, chored, fed, packed, maybe even brushed and then rushed down the drive to meet the bus. No, it’s not a long way. Yes, they could walk, but they’d be wet and frozen from the start and sick days are out around here. (Don’t worry, I do make them walk back up – unless it’s howling a gale.)
I turned the car around to head home and found myself staring into the middle of an old movie. It was startling. I got back up to the house, grabbed my camera and stayed out as long as I could stand the cold (ok, yes I was in my pj’s) to observe and record what I was seeing.
These are not black and white photos, and they aren’t tinted. The colours of the land were muted for miles by the frozen air and filtered light of a clouded morning sky. It was so very still and beautiful and other-worldly. I took dozens of photos, trying to capture the atmosphere of a place so familiar, yet completely transformed.
an unexpected ocean – soaked and frozen gorse and moor-grass…
a vast and newly formed lake – only a few feet deep and as wide as this small field…
a quiet road leading to an unseen destination –
the unexpected place of inspiration and freedom for my heart. the path home.
Life is full of challenges, you know this. I know this. But things are not always as they seem. What feels monotonous can bring about patience and rhythm. What is hard can prove to be a rock on which to stand. What can seem like a dead end may just be a door to something totally unexpected. and amazing.