Well, it’s Monday morning again. This morning, my husband is back home and my kids are off to school and the sun is shining and it should be a perfect day. However, I find myself missing serenity I guess. This morning I woke up with a longing for our little house in Michigan. I don’t know what it is about that place, But it has gotten into my heart.
I do know that I miss my camera. I had to work yesterday, and just have not been able to go out and relax and take pictures for quite some time. Maybe what I’m really missing is serenity, or piece maybe. This life goes so quickly, that sometimes it’s easy to get all wrapped up in everything that we have to do and forget to take a minute for ourselves. I think that’s what has happened here. I know my 17-year-old son is constantly running, and I miss him. I know my husband just got back from a quick trip to Iowa, and I missed him. And I know that my 15-year-old son is busy with sports and what not as well. I guess maybe life has gotten a little too loud, and I just need to take a little break. So, when I get home tonight I will go out to the shop, and exercise like I have been wanting to for a while. That is time to myself, for myself, and it’s also pretty good for me. It’s not a camera, and it’s not an adventure but today maybe that’s the best that I can do.
I still am missing Michigan. I missed the lake, I missed this sounds, I missed the trees, and I miss our little house. Maybe I am just missing the relatively stress-free mood about the place. I’m sure that is some of it, but I have never found another place where I feel more at peace. I always feel more at peace in nature, and in Michigan there’s a lot of nature. Hopefully, I will be back there in a couple of weeks to be able to see the leaves in the fall peak color for the very first time.Edit
So, today I will find a short quote for you, and leave you with a couple photos of Michigan. I guess sometimes, Mondays are just that way. Hope everyone has a great day and I’ll talk to you next time
–A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail. Hermann Hesse-