Since I've gotten back from Guatemala it's been a whirl wind of school, senior studio, new work schedules, teaching, still trying to move into our new place and other family ordeals and I've failed to let you all know about my trip down to Guatemala...and I'm in all honesty so sorry.
For the past handful of day's here in North Idaho it's been raining snow - quite literally - and I have quite literally learned that my TOMS may not be the best sort of footwear for this sort of weather. I've also tried breaking out the Chaco's and the Birkenstocks without socks...and I'm sure this is all a direct result of my revolting against the PNW weather I do truly love but still longing for that Guatemalan sunshine.
I've been reveling in the memories lately with the constant work of editing the photos I took on this trip. Which, I will let you all know, will be on display at Bloom Cafe & Art House in Moscow, Idaho March 3rd for Moscow's First Thursday and then again for the month of April at Emerge Gallery in Coeur D'Alene, Idaho. Both will have some of the same photos, but each show will also showcase special photographs that will only be shown at that specific show.
(stay tuned for more info - or e-mail me about any questions regarding)
With the joys of educational bliss about to come to a close at the end of this year, the hubbs and I have had multiple "what do we want to be when we grow up" sounded conversations and we couldn't help but feel, where the town we reside in now has been incredible and so near to our hearts, that it may be time to start renesting elsewhere. Now, where that's 9-months or so down the road, conversations like those always lead to realizations about oneself, ones predicament or even those that one may surround themselves with. I feel pretty lucky to be married to the man I snagged almost three years ago and last night I went upstairs to send out a couple emails and I saw this...
Being married to a forester has its days of way too early of a morning wake-up call, sap and who knows what stains on his jeans I'll never get out, and summer's tend to leave me quite lonely at times...but this man has been standing by me, helping me with every dream and ambition I hold near to my heart + he works his ass off for me and our two Things that run around like possessed monkeys. This hat, so worn, yet so comfortable and loving incapsulates my husband better then anything I've found to date.
It doesn't matter where we live, or how much like nomads we resemble some days/weeks/months - our life is ours to live. We're a family of four outrageously crazy not-normal normal humans all co existing together everyday through up's and down's. We help one another, cheer each other on, fight with one another, snuggle and love one another. We're as real of a family as it's gonna get, even if we have no ambitions for white picket fences at this point in time. And that is the realization I needed to make. There's no list of boxes to check off that I need to complete by the time by kids turn 18, or I'm married to my husband for 20-years. Its just simply what makes our family run, that's all that matters.
So let my mini-but not so mini life lesson be a hug on this Friday afternoon before you step into your weekend. No matter what your family looks like, whither your all related or not, find comfort, love and light in their presence knowing that this is exactly where you need to be at this moment in time.
With Grace and Guts,
Adventure With Purpose