I’m late posting today, but it’s been one amazing day. Long too…
Today got spent on joy. Perhaps not so much my joy, but I certainly got plenty too. Today was volunteer clean-up day at Vale Park Cemetery in Schenectady. It was also my son’s other Asperger’s Group meeting.
And coincidentally, it was also the day I took some amazing photos of tree flowers and the Nott Memorial at Union College. The Wikimedia image is pretty awesome for that, but I think mine is pretty cool too.
The volunteer time was work, but the improvement of the grounds where we worked was easy to see. (It’s almost sad to say how easy it is to tell where we did the clean up.) I’ve done Highway Clean-ups with our local atheist group, this project was part of the Capital Region Pagan Alliance, and the point isn’t the group–it’s the gift of one’s self to something or someone else.
Whenever I am feeling stressed out because of all the things I have to do, I need a day like this. As much as I find my days home alone getting stuff done, I find myself replenished far more by the gift of myself.
In this, there is joy.
It’s that time of the week. I didn’t do as much writing as I’d have liked. Actually I spent far too much of the week editing photos.
I’m still editing photos. As much joy as I find in creating art with my camera, I’m finding that the learning curve is pretty steep. I never took photography in school, and when my dad was inspired to teach me, I rebelled against anything that might involve him “lecturing at me”. So I’m learning…. slowly and often painfully.
My ROW80 sponsor duties are doing well. And I did manage some #teamsprinty time (again, mostly editing photos, but also some writing). It was mostly on blog-stuff. I need to remember August McLaughlin’s Blogging Commandments. The story(/stories) should be taking precedence.
I did make it to a StoryDam chat this Thursday (yay!), and that was a hoot as usual. I enjoy chats with other writers; I enjoy chats with most any creative person. Except maybe cooks… Cooks intimidate me. I mean, I like cooks all well and fine, but cooks generally scare the heck out of me. Always have… I turn into a babbling idiot and want to run out the door in tears when I have to talk to a cook.
Instead of mourning the fact I didn’t get much writing done (I did finish two books on my To Be Read pile out of need to escape my computer), I have today’s joy to savor and the knowledge that it’s all growth. I’ve learned a lot this past week. I had a lot of fun.
And I took a lot of great pictures.
This isn’t one of them, but then I was across the road holding the remote in my hand as my camera sat in the gravel. The impressive part is the amount of garbage we collected in three hours…
It’s the start of a new week and new ROW80 linky. Here it is. Why not go visit some of the other awesome people on it?