When days are challenging, believe me I experience many of those moments (is it the artist's curse of high sensitivity?), I head to my happy place. After the physical workout of adding paint to canvas, I always feel better. I've learned not to make any phone calls or write or say anything negative in those moments because it does pass and when I have allowed myself to fall into the negativity trap, I have always regretted it.
Today I'm heading to the memorial of someone I've known many, many years. He shared so much wisdom while my children were young and growing, in a kind and generous way, guiding me to trust my instincts as a mother and a person. As sudden and unexpected as his loss is, I know that he has made a huge difference in so many lives, in our entire community. I am grateful that I knew him.
Honouring the Ancestors
Great Places Plan