(View of Lake Winnipesaukee, from the top of Red Hill.)
When I was a kid, we hiked Red Hill every chance we got. I think I hiked it with my mom when I was about Johnny's age. It's a 2,000 'footer', so it's a short, fun hike. Thursday I took J, with some bagels and bunny crackers as incentive, all the way up and back. It was such a beautiful day, and he did so well! I think it must just be in his veins :)
I was taking photos for an art project I was working on and getting all emotional by the time we got back to the trailhead. I always imagined hiking this little mountain with my kids, and here we were, running and laughing and jumping in the fall breeze all the way down the trail. It was a moment like none I've had before: watching one of my dreams unfold right in front of me and feeling every second of it.
The project I was working on is taken from a book I'm immersed in, Inner Excavation. I found it through looking at the website of one of the lovely women/teachers I met at Squam, and I was delighted to see her involved with the book!
I was to take some photos throughout my day, write a poem (which I've never really done), and combine these as inspiration for a self portrait type mixed-media painting.
Here are my favorite photos:
And the poem, untitled as of yet:
I stand, waiting in anticipation for
things to come.
The beauty slowly unveiling
before my eyes.
Every second is
I stand, wanting the world to
Nothing can deter me from becoming
a part of this moment.
And here is the painting to finish it all off:
I can't wait to delve into the book some more. And I can't believe I wrote a poem, haha..