You might say I am a "late bloomer "...
although there has always been a silken thread woven
through my life; of creativity, of passion, of a quest for the unique.
My twenties ...
pursuing classical archaeology & residing in Europe.
My thirties ...
pursuing interior design & architectural vignettes.
My forties ...
questioning my earthly focus & pursuing a heavenly one .
And now in my fifties ...
blossoming my artistic talents into a actual vocation;
a wonderful souffle of all the previous decades.
I wake up every glorious morning
re-creating and hand-painting vintage furniture
from unloved treasures.
There isn't a day that I don't create, even in my mind's eye.
Even when other tasks demand my attention or my hands,
I am thinking about "creating".
...but the last one to be surprised is God.
He knew all along where I was headed.
Blessing me, correcting me or ... patiently waiting for me to be still & listen.
As for me & my house we will serve the Lord.
Maybe I am not a "late bloomer" after all.
I am a "work-in-progress" ...
building on the past, savoring the present, & re-inventing the future.
Just like the Endless Summer Hydrangeas.
I just keep blooming, until I am pruned
and then I bloom again ...