I have a habit of sharing dates that are important with the memories that make them matter. It was one such day that I chanced upon this canvas while retrieving a photo album from the closet. I was overcome with emotion and instead of acknowledging the day with photographs I chose to experience it in a new way~ to travel the road from beginning to end, to allow myself to remember everything...even the parts that would be easier forgotten.
I laughed and I cried. I felt the regret that has whispered to be acknowledged and the joy that time can never diminish. Mostly, I was filled with love and gratitude for all of it. I did little else for the days it took to complete. When the last bead was stitched I put it back in the closet. Then I slept for 13 hours.
It is another year later and I have finished it. A simple and anticlimactic ending to a beautiful experience that has taught me so much about myself. And maybe that's the point. Time brings change, and while I might wish for the chance to go back as the person I am now, I am thankful for the blessings which make that impossible.
I wish you enough.