Years ago, I attended a sunrise Easter service. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I can count on one hand how many sunrises I’ve seen. I am NOT a morning person. So, to actually set an alarm and plan to be up early is a huge ordeal for me.
But I wanted to attend the service, so there I was, up before 6:00 a.m., making my way to a cold, dark beach. It felt like the middle of the night. I was tired and grumpy, and I couldn’t see where I was going. There were little hazards everywhere, like random pieces of driftwood, uneven ground, and loose pebbles.
It’s hard to express how precious dance memories are. It’s not just a sight, a sound, or a feeling… it’s all of them together.
It’s moments… fleeting moments where the beat of the music met the footwork…
Where the fabric of the costumes swirled…
When people ask me what my cultural background is, the first thing I say is “I’m Romanian.” Then I pause and add, “Well, actually I’m one-quarter Romanian and three-quarters British… but I was born in Canada, so I’m Canadian.”
Over the past few years, my blog has ebbed and flowed. When I first started blogging four years ago, I had oodles of time, so I regularly shared stories and memories. Then I got busier and started sharing photos. Then I got really busy and started sharing… nothing.
But I enjoy this community of bloggers and readers, so I keep coming back, even if it’s not as frequently. Life is different now since the COVID-19 pandemic, and instead of driving around taking photos, my husband and I have been staying close to home.
This has led to my rediscovering a love of sketching. I’m bound and determined to make this season of our life precious and meaningful, so things I’ve been leaving until “tomorrow” are now being done “today.”
While driving out of the parking lot, a flash of pink caught my eye. These early cherry blossoms were an unexpected treat!
Thank you to Becca Givens for hosting Sunday Trees.