The Year of Waiting

Sunday, September 16, 2018

For my husband Thomas and I, this has been “The Year of Waiting.” We are waiting to take action on our limited fertility options, and we are waiting to move into our new home that’s still under construction.

As I mentioned in my last post, this year of waiting hasn’t been fruitless. I’ve learned what matters most to me even when I lack control over my immediate environment. I’ve continued to paint and write and counsel and teach, all of which are tremendous sources of meaning. And, I’ve committed to taking care of myself in ways I never quite managed to figure out before, the biggest of which is that I finally quit drinking alcohol.

Yesterday I finished this painting of magnolia tree seed pods. I’ve always loved these strange little things, but I think it’s taken the year of waiting to prompt me to paint them as a subject in their own right. All that potential packed in such odd packages, waiting to ripen, waiting to bloom, helps remind me that nature takes its own kind of time, and perhaps I can, too.

3 comments :

  • Bill Paine

    Well-written commentary along with such nice art! Thanks for brightening my Sunday morning! Love You!

  • Anna Marie Heineman

    <3 <3 <3

  • Harriet Huss

    Love you dear Heart !! A home is so worth waiting for and I remember the excruciating wait for ours to be complete because we built it ourselves and there were so many delays. I would love to come visit your new home when the time comes for a housewarming… and on the other front…I feel for you with that too… such BIG life things happening for you that require the depths of maturity. But that is YOU! thank you for sharing from your heart and life…

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