I believe that everything starts by paying attention. Life is imperfect and any magical light we can bring into our day is worthy of our gratitude. Laughter and love, joy and celebrations slip into our lives with ease but learning to cope with the deep pain life brings to us is also necessary. I do this best with my camera, chasing down light, zooming in and out and pairing it all with truth. 

I live in Western Washington with my husband of 40+ years, in the home where we raised our three sons. We share that home now with our sweet beagle named Basil. 

Thank you so much for stopping by. 

 

 ©Cathy Sly 2018 

three on tuesday || gratitude month

three on tuesday || gratitude month

“Our holiday food splurge was a small crate of tangerines, which we found ridiculously thrilling after an eight-month abstinence from citrus.... Lily hugged each one to her chest before undressing it as gently as a doll. Watching her do that as she sat cross-legged on the floor one morning in pink pajamas, with bliss lighting her cheeks, I thought: Lucky is the world, to receive this grateful child. Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing.” 
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life

i come fully awake in the middle of the night. our bedroom is cold,
yet i am cozy and warm under the comforter. i note that he and the dog
are gently snoring and a slight smile emerges. i understand,
in a split second, that gratitude is what i am feeling. 
i think about Novembers of years past, the gratitude
thing, making lists, taking note of sights and smells and sounds
that find they way into my simple life.
i contemplate how the practice is strong for a few months
before it slips quietly into my everyday, drawing less and less of my attention. 

“When things are taking their ordinary course, it is hard to remember what matters.”
– Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

i ponder lists of riches: clean running water, grocery stores full of food,
our health, cars that run, a gym membership, our library, my camera, nature. . . 
things i do take for granted, but things i do take note of. i lay in the dark, 
in the chill of our bedroom, understanding that there is a deep
craving inside of me to delve in with intent to formulate a true practice. 
i mull over how this might look and wake in the morning with no other plan,
other than the yearning inside of me. 

“Some people have a wonderful capacity to appreciate again and again, freshly and naively, the basic goods of life, with awe, pleasure, wonder, and even ecstasy.” 
— A.H. Maslow
 

i sketch out a few ideas with my morning latte, putting no restrictions or rules in place. 
i decided to go public, post them daily through the whole month, making
them part of my 366.
i can't help but wonder what might come of it? 

“I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.” 
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia
happiness || week 44

happiness || week 44

who is who || week 43

who is who || week 43