I am here at my mom's house with a set of Minnesotan grandparents, five baby chicks that I'm taking care of over break, and a missing sister (who is spending the afternoon with her boyfriend's family.......). We have spent the later part of the morning prepping the turkey and casseroles so that we can be ready to give thanks and eat a hearty lunch by 1:30. After the food was prepped my mom excitedly suggested, "Now let's make the table pretty!" And so in the spirit of "doing" I grabbed a plastic bag and set out with a sense of tiny adventure and possibility to make a "nature lap" around the house and see what treasures I could find.
Without any kind of finished product in mind I gathered leaves, sticks, sprigs of green and a miraculous, lone feather. Shrugging off thoughts of What are the neighbors thinking? and What if I can't make anything beautiful out of these things at all? Welcoming a sense of nonchalant bravery, softly singing to myself and offering this act as one more step of obedience into walking into His possibilities for me. After a few failed experiments (an important part of the creativity process, one to hold with ease) here is the finished product.
Add to the good.