It is a beautiful sunny day here at Crow River North. Snow
is melting, birds are singing, the sound can be heard of snow slipping off the
roofs, and grass is peeking out where the sun is able to melt the piles of
snow.
I have started a new painting, bisque fired two kiln loads of ceramics, managed to tear a room down to the studs to reconfigure some spaces, spent many hours of time in meditation, and in conversations with my lovely daughters. Time seems to have stood still while I engaged in these activities - and though I have been slow in posting to this blog, I am so grateful for this springtime regeneration.
I have started a new painting, bisque fired two kiln loads of ceramics, managed to tear a room down to the studs to reconfigure some spaces, spent many hours of time in meditation, and in conversations with my lovely daughters. Time seems to have stood still while I engaged in these activities - and though I have been slow in posting to this blog, I am so grateful for this springtime regeneration.
I am reminded by the sights, the season, and by
conversations had in the last week, that this is a special time of year
characterized by rebirth, renewal, and love.
I was born lucky. Not because I’ve won the lottery, had a wealthy family, have great health, or any of the common measures of luck. No, I was born lucky because I have always had an open heart, optimism, and the ability to be thoroughly engaged. I have the capacity for great love, the resilience to pick myself up after sorrow or failure, and a sense of well-being.
I was born lucky. Not because I’ve won the lottery, had a wealthy family, have great health, or any of the common measures of luck. No, I was born lucky because I have always had an open heart, optimism, and the ability to be thoroughly engaged. I have the capacity for great love, the resilience to pick myself up after sorrow or failure, and a sense of well-being.
I keep hearing conversations about singles finding “the
one”, about anger, regret, disappointment, depression, and a lot about
unhappiness. This has had me thinking
(while I have been tearing down walls, pulling nails, cleaning up debris) about
love and the decision to be happy. Yes,
I said decision. I believe that we can
choose to be happy. I don’t pretend that
there is not sorrow, heartbreak, failure, sickness, even suffering. I do know,
having experienced a challenge, more than once, that you can choose to live in
that place of unhappiness or doubt, or you can choose to pick yourself up, re-craft
your life, become engaged in meaningful activity, and feel happiness. I love
art, architecture, design, my friends and family, know my own strengths, and
have crafted my life so that I can engage in what I love and with whom I love. This has nothing to do with cessation of suffering,
or constant pleasure, but rather the choice to live with gratitude for what I do have
versus what I have lost, or don’t have.
If you are interested in learning more about what Aristotle
called “the good life"; about happiness, positive psychology, or optimism, pick
up copies of some great books. I would
start with The Art of Happiness by His Holiness the Dalai Lama, or if
you prefer a science based approach, books by Dan Gilbert or Martin Seligman. I've
included links below to a couple of Ted talks that might be of interest.
Spring – a time of renewal and rebirth – invites you to
start anew. I’m taking the time to start new projects which I’ll share here.
How about you? What are you birthing this season? Let me know!
Wishing you love, happiness, and all that is good,
L
Please view my work at lindabrobeck.com
Please view my work at lindabrobeck.com