Last year, my Word of the Year was adventure and it was a powerful impetus in my days. It stirred me up, moved me forward, gave me a mental hook upon which to hang our lives. Home, this year’s word, just isn’t echoing the same way. Yes, we’ve done far more for our house and, yes, we’ve stayed close to home for our holidays. But not a word that’s helping me, not a word that’s echoing.
I wanted, needed a word to help me center myself, balance my life, and pay attention to the important things. A word to help me slow down, not get scattered. A word that would bring a sense of grace and plenty. I considered many but the one that made itself clear was connect. I had thought balance might be it, but that’s a word so overused that it had no heft.
Connect – with the moment, with the kids, with the task at hand, with the essentials.
Having found the word, I painted a dollar store frame and made it something that would please me to see. Much better than a sticky note. Then I placed it where I can see it from our dining room table.
The piece above is a canvas print from my father. He’s an incredible photographer. An artist. It’s of an abandoned one-room schoolhouse surrounded by a canola field.
As you can tell from the paint chips, we are trying to find a new yellow. A softer, lighter, brighter yellow to bounce more light around the room.