With Thanksgiving just two days away, I find myself thinking about gratitude and blessings and the things in life that sometimes breeze right by me. Not the usual stuff like family and friends and relatively good health; I'm thankful for those things countless times every single day. I'm talking about ideas and being able to put them into form. Questions that sometimes have answers. Getting through the muck of living life and making it to the other side, alive and kicking. Not just surviving but THRIVING. I think I'd be pretty damn boring if life flowed minus all the bumps and grief along the way. I might be happier for a minute, but boring just the same. So I'm giving thanks for my own personal crap because it's made me who I am today. Strong, even in the weak parts. Compassionate. Funny. Cynical with a good measure of hope. My wings may be broken and scarred but they still work. Thankfully.
|My latest collage.|
|I used the door from our old vanity for the substrate. |
There are three more doors in the garage
just waiting for their makeover.
|Belief, Hope, Survive.|
And mended wings.
|You WILL fly again. Really.|