One afternoon a few days ago I called my wife from the studio, where I was creating art, and told her I love her. Unfortunately, it's a very rare occurrence, my doing so. A scarcity I need to change.
I went on to thank her for making it easy for me to work on art. For me, if things were difficult at home, I'd have a hard time enjoying creating things in the studio. For me, peace at home creates the environment that allows me to create; disharmony stops the flow.
It's rare that I feel unable to work on art.
The next day, again in the studio and again feeling grateful, I texted or emailed all my kids and told them the same thing. And again, that's not like me. It's untypical, but I'm hoping to disprove what they say about old dogs. And really, it doesn't take much effort.
It takes a village, it's been said, to raise a child. For my immediate family and our five children, it's taken both my wife and me to keep all the plates spinning, with the assistance of some very good friends and family members. So many people, but a few key ones - it doesn't take a large village.
I think I'm thinking about this because of the time of year. More than that, the time of century. You see, we're approaching, my wife and I, our 25th anniversary; our marriage will pass that milestone on the 29th of this month.
Twenty-five years. 9,125 days. 219,000 hours. 13,140,000 minutes. 788,400,000 seconds. My, but they went by fast... (follow link in bio to “On Elevating a Grateful Intonation”) #scupture #maquette #hands #grateful #gratefulness #gratefulnesshabit #harmony #family