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"View from Route 40"
pencil sketch in moleskine

Lately I can be found sketching along the side of Route 40 at least once or twice a week. This view is one I've passed so many times in the past 10 years or so and it always makes me stop and stare. I have a thing for old farms off in the distance. Perhaps it is an interest in nostalgia and simple living. I'm a big fan of making things that you need and doing work with your hands. No, I'm not particularly handy or a "d-i-y" kind of lady but I greatly admire those that are and strive to develop those skills. The things I'm most proud of are those that I've created or fixed on my own and not items that I've purchased.

This old haunt is one of many that I've stayed away from for quite some time. Places that captured my heart in the past were connected with sorrow and disappointment and therefore I avoided them. Now I'm letting go and revisiting that which I once loved and finding new joy and meaning there. Once I thought I had to completely reinvent myself. Now I see I had it right all along, I just had to have the environment in which to thrive.

If you are patient enough, life always seems to come full circle.