Worthy Witness

It was about two years ago that my life changed.  I took a photography course that allowed me to work in the darkroom.

I had not used a 35 mm camera for years, and soon I relearned to love the snap it produced.  How exciting it was to process the film and develop the contact sheet.  “Surely,” I often thought, “there must be a picture worth printing in the mix.”

Through the media of photography, my eyes were opened, and I perceived the nuances of life – there was , in this merge, a new me…not only could I see more and better, colors were enhanced and balance and proportion became something that I, without effort, evaluated…shadows and light were infused into everything that I saw…I was hooked!  My art was my sight, and my awakened senses seemed to evoke a tenderness and passion for the environment and all of life.

Last year I decided to test my muse for writing.  I started out with a poetry and fiction class.  I followed it up with screenwriting and another fiction writing class.  I was hooked.  I wanted more.  I decided to write and/or take pictures for 100 days.  So here I am:  wife, mother, grandmother, student, sister, friend, photographer, writer, potter, gardener, and real estate professional.  Most of all, though, I believe that I am a worthy witness to God’s grace that is new each morning.

Join me in my journey of  family, faith, and inspiration as I walk through this season of de novo, a fresh beginning.