Can you see me in this picture? Took thie photo while wandering aimlessly down a beautiful street in Madrid. Window-shopping. Trying to find ways to document to myself that I was there. Really there. On the street in my favorite city in the world. Also - I am always tickled when I see words in English in Spanish and Italian ads. I always wonder how many passersby understand what the words mean.
With my little friend, Alvaro, on New Year's Day. Taking an "autobiographical" photo. I really like this picture. He's a fantastically alert, funny, active, life-loving boy. Blessings on him - and his family.
In Roma. In front of the Castel Sant'Angelo. Another self-portrait. (Thanks to my photography instructor from Arm's Length Studio, I am a much better self-portrait artist!) A sunny day. Hundreds of people all around me. Speaking half a dozen languages. Buying and selling all kinds of things. Gaping at architecture and art. Sculptures and each other. There I was. In the midst of it. Alone. Surrounded. Filled. Overjoyed. A wondrous, wonder-filled journey. So many stories to tell. So many lessons learned.
Gotta go prepare myself for tonight's spiritual journaling class - it's the first meeting tonight. So much to do (and enjoy and experience) and so few hours in which to get it all done (and enjoyed and experienced).
Life is good.
God is good.
It is good to be home.
PS. This morning as I prepared Daniel breakfast, he said, "I'm so glad you're home, Mom." Glutton for compliments that I am, I asked him why he said that. "Because I can talk to you about anything. I can't talk to Kristiana about anything because she's not old enough. And Dad, well, I just can't talk to Dad. But I can tell you everything." As I turned my back to him and poured boiling water over his peppermint tea bag, I smiled. When I turned back to him, I said, "I'm glad you can tell me anything, dude. And I'm really glad to be home."
PSS. Thanks for all of your "welcome home" comments. And prayers. And emails. I am blessed to have you all in my life. Blessed beyond measure.
3 comments:
Love the photos! And, yes, I did see you in the reflection!
You're a brave woman, Gail. While I know it would be therapeutic, I just don't know if I could globetrot alone. Are you ever scared?
Wow! Great to see these photos! And to know that you're home in your lovely house with your great family again :-)
Reading Daniel's comments made my heart, like the Grinch's, grow in size with each sentence. Neat!
Peace and love,
Lisa
I'm "Chicken Little" and "Henny Penny" rolled into one.
Blessings. And glad you're home.
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