Such a small thing. Such an enormous thing, this gratitude. A friend yesterday described it as not a “thing” at all – but rather an action, a practice.
Being grateful is something that you have to choose to do everyday.
I suspect that is right. Big holiday here in the States this past week and even though it comes from horribly glossed over beginnings — if you cast that aside (although casting aside is not forgetting about it) and just focus on the blessings you have….. well, that is when practicing gratitude is easy. When things are difficult and dark – then it becomes harder to chose to be grateful.
I believe there is something more than US. Whatever it is…. it is huge and deep, a mystery. Grand and wondrous, more-so than any dark despair could ever overtake.
This week I am finishing up a new build. Doing a bit of exploring – landscapes more than anything – and being grateful.
Below is an image of the new Bebu Gallery – opening Sunday, the 5th of December, with some of my own images on the walls. We will also have Antonio TooCool spinning at 1pm – slt and maybe someone else. Very low key, just a comfortable spot to kick back and listen to some great house music – vinyl only of course. Walk the grounds – always a work in progress and stick your head in the gallery.
I love that Bryn Oh sells some of her work at her store. When I was over at Immersive the other day to see her new build, The Gathering (maybe more about that later) Titos and I went to look at her wares – I have always loved these birds. There is a sculpture in the town I live in that reminds me work.
Having them in the sea outside of the gallery here is a treat. Got some mayflies as well.