I Have a Big Announcement!

Fall has come to Colorado. Each gust of wind brings a flurry of leaves to the ground. I’m (reluctantly) reorganizing my closet, sending summer dresses to the back, moving my sweaters so they’re front and center.

I also just celebrated a birthday, which alongside the changing season, always incites introspection. I’ve been thinking a lot about the next 5-10 years of my life. About passion. The pursuit of a joy filled life. I’ve recently (in the past six months or so) taken up a regular meditation practice again (something that had fallen by the wayside with the demanding onset of motherhood).

We live in a crazy, fast paced world. As the mother of two young children, as an artist, as a wife, there is very little time for quiet.

That’s where the answer are though–the whispers of your soul.

In the stillness.

I’ve been getting up 15 minutes earlier than the rest of my household to steal a few private moments with my breath, my soul and my God.

This practice, this space, helps me step outside of the repetitive minutiae of everyday life. To reconnect with myself. To lean into my intuition and find trust in my inner voice.

Amid this stillness, I found the courage to make a big decision. I have something to share with you–and I can hardly wait!! Just a couple more days…

Tiny Moments

This month in Lilla Rogers Bootcamp, the assignment was to create an editorial illustration for an article about meditation. Whether sitting quietly and focusing on my breath, practicing yoga, or getting lost in my creative flow as I work, I enjoy meditation–so this assignment was right up my alley. If you want to see more of the work submitted, Lilla’s May gallery is now live (my illustration is on page 5).

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Yesterday, I worked in the morning and then spent the afternoon with my little ones. While we were eating dinner, I asked Hazel what her favorite part of the day was. She said, “Taking a walk with you mama.” Then she asked me about my favorite part.

While out on our walk, she found this big, beautiful feather. “…it’s magical Mama, now we can fly!!” So we flew. And Thatcher, who was strapped to my chest in his baby Bjorn, just giggled as we swooped back and forth along the sidewalk, our arms open wide. That was my favorite part.

These tiny moments, these snippets, they carry me through. Through the days when I feel like I am drowning because there isn’t ever enough time or money. Through the long nights, tear filled because of new teeth or bad dreams. Through the weight of my own angst, as I try to find balance between being a mom and being an artist.

These tiny, perfect moments–they make it all worthwhile.