An Ordinary Life

The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to seeing them that we call them ordinary things.

 Hans Christian Anderson

I spend a lot of time observing nature at Crow River North and the surrounding

lakes and rivers.  I find the time spent to be calming and balancing in an otherwise busy life. Today was no exception. 

I had just arrived at my local library when one of my daughters called.  Rather than go inside, I sat on some steps that lead down to the shoreline of Buffalo Lake. We chatted for awhile and I enjoyed both the conversation and the breeze blowing off the lake.  Shortly after ending our conversation, an eagle worked its way toward shore. I hadn't ever seen an eagle swimming, so I lingered by to watch. It raised its wings, and with each stroke drew closer to the shore.  Upon reaching the shore, it stepped out of the water carrying a large fish in one talon.  It carefully carried its prey a little further up the shoreline. It wasn't an extraordinary event, like seeing a UFO, or watching your favorite team win a championship, instead it was a bird catching a fish,  a tiny spark, a daily reminder, of all that is beautiful, and ordinary, in life

Last evening, shortly before the sunset, I watched a doe, or as I would rather call her, Mama Dear, cross the field in front of my windows, with her two growing fawns.  I've been watching the trio since the fawns could barely stand. They have grown throughout the summer but still have remaining spots on their coats. They graze, and then look up, to observe me, observing them. 

Earlier in the day, a gang of turkeys grazed in front of my deck  - there were probably five or six adults and many young ones - eating and following one another across the grassy area.  Another ordinary day for them.

The cycle of life continues for many creatures, while I observe. There are the ducklings in the pond, swimming close to their mother - always one, moving a little too far away. 

There is the bee going about the business of pollination or whatever it is that bees do, while I silently observe.

I left another career to live and work at Crow River North, knowing that I needed to change my life. I chose to pursue a life in art. I have found art in life.

Wishing you all that is good,

L

When an ordinary man attains knowledge, he is a sage; when a sage attains understanding, he is an ordinary man. 

- A Zen Saying- 

Alpaca Expo

What a fun weekend! I met such nice people (and alpaca) at the Alpaca Expo. I had the opportunity to talk with people about raising alpaca and was able to purchase some beautiful fiber for use in my art projects.

 I need to find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow , so that I can build a barn and buy a herd! 

Spring, Renewal, and Love

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 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 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