Daring to believe

Monday mornings ...

This was taken shortly after I got my 50 mm 1.4 lens, as I sat in traffic.

Yesterday, made for a very long day on the road, made more so as we travailed a great distance on limited sleep. It only punctuated the pain experienced early, this Monday morning.



What do you do ... what do you say to someone whose future feels glum? Remind them of alternatives? Quote scripture?

What do you do if that person dwells in the world of wouldda’ couldda’ shouldda’s ... even when reminded that their current actions and mindset command their lot?

Do you remind them of their glory days before the fall, so they can relive happier times? Dare you speak of fun trips and happy moments experienced in their powerless absence and despite their misery?

I saw my son yesterday, and these were questions I asked myself. He gives too much of himself in search of feeling accepted or loved. A downfall a lot of people have, really. But this is what brought him to where he is now ...

I sat feeling deficient and inept as I searched for words of comfort, ones that would hit the core of the hurt and feelings of hopelessness.

On a lighter note, I take refuge in feeling blessed about his extraordinariness. He’s a huge presence of love, strength and intelligence. And has grown so much. He towers over me to where I have to get on my tippy toes and strain my neck to get to him :)

Starfruit ... what my body needs.

Yesterday, my eating was dictated by being flexible (ate at a BBQ/gas station, conveniently off the exit), sensible (fruit and veggies off the turnpike service center) and needing comfort (scone and tea also off the turnpike service center). Today, I craved fruit and salads. Craved it, not thought I should have it. I am sensitive to my body’s needs and I am currently at peace with food.

White peacock among delicate nectar.

The butterfly was taken at Flamingo Gardens, the same day I got my Malachite shot.

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Hunny shined his light on this gloomy Monday with hand-delivered, long-stemmed roses ... and I didn’t have my camera to document :(

And to compound the thoughtfulness and good taste, I came home to find a new, rocking purse, big enough to hold my camera! :)

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I dare to believe in happily ever afters. I do.