uncle

gorgeous red gladiolas from our summertime farmers market

Feelings like disappointment, embarrassment, irritation, resentment, anger, jealousy, and fear, instead of being bad news, are actually very clear moments that teach us where it is that we’re holding back. They teach us to perk up and lean in when we feel we’d rather collapse and back away. They’re like messengers that show us, with terrifying clarity, exactly where we’re stuck. This very moment is the perfect teacher, and, lucky for us, it’s with us wherever we are.

Pema Chodron

sigh ... yeah, yeah, yeah

Uncle. I'm giving in, I'm accepting or trying to accept a whole host of things. Grudgingly so, I'll admit. Winter or more specifically le lack of colour is one of them. It's getting me down. I know, I'm the first one to give an inner eye roll when someone says oh but there's nothing to photograph - thinking to myself - that's just crazy talk because there's always something interesting to take pictures of there are visions of light & new vistas everywhere. But oh I do miss colour. It's been bitter, finger freezing cold the last few days & I feel like I've had enough of the bluest skies, the sheen of ice, the glare of sunshine on snow white snow & the dull browns of brittle sleeping plants. So uncle I say ... & voila !! red, red glads from les vast iphoto archives ;-)