A Blossom Perspective

May 24, 2012

We're home from our trip. Thank you for all your sweet birthday blessings for my girl in my last post. 

Damien somehow managed kids, home, meals and working. The house was tidy when we came home, as tidy as it can be with boxes everywhere. I didn't ask questions. The children divulged the details anyway. Supper at the seasonal fast food shack down the road. Open now for the summer tourists or busy fathers. Freezies (Céline asked, "what's a Freezie?") at the same place for dessert. And Disney movies, in the middle of the day. 

I was given a welcome home bouquet from Brienne.

The girls in our family, we speak in flowers. My mother had a midnight purple tulip blossom with chartreuse spirea greenery for Céline in our room when we arrived. She cut it, with permission, from the B&B neighbor's yard. 

Last weekend, for Céline's family birthday supper we cut a tree blossom bouquet for the table. It was so beautiful in the late afternoon sunlight.

I love that photography enables me capture and remember that beauty. And allows me to literally focus on it. 

But that is only one perspective of the story. These flowers sit amidst boxes and more boxes. 

I am in a serious crunch now. Our trailer loading deadline got pushed ahead to Friday afternoon, from Saturday morning. I'm feeling I might go bonkers these next two days. 

I don't function at my best during intense transitions and upheaval. This is not my happy space. I love my routines and rhythms and I really don't like moving deadlines and having to push through in those final days. 

Now is my time to push through. I've had so many this past year and I'm getting tired of pushing. Moving ahead. Moving.

This part of the process is not particularly beautiful (it's very messy actually). It's hard work and it's expensive (in terms of energy and resources).

Beautiful flowers they do help a wee bit, if I can just keep it all in perspective.