Friday, February 15, 2013
Did you ever read a book that had chapters you skipped? (I often skip chapters in the mysteries of Patricia Cromwell – too graphic!) It occurred to me that our lives are like a book we are writing. We can actually break the book we are writing, our lives, into chapters. When I lost my horse I was so miserable, I avoided doing the horse photography that I loved so much. I didn’t visit friends’ stables, didn’t want to smell the fragrance of new hay. I cut myself off from not just the unhappy chapter of my life, but also of the happy ones. Finally got to missing horses in general so much I figured out that all I had to do was reread the happy chapters in my life’s book, the chapters about all the joys of those years with my own horses.
I’m back to living with the camera and making myself and my animal-loving friends happy. I’m still never happier than when I am behind the lens with a wonderful four-footed critter in front of it. Isn’t it good that those happy chapters are there to “reread” and thus move us on to creating new chapters of our lives? That wonderful book of our lives is there for us to bring us joy in the memories and delight in creating new ones. I think if I keep that in mind, I can forget about the chapters that didn’t make me happy and concentrate on those that did and the new ones I am writing every day. Today’s chapter won’t be the same as yesterday’s, but I can live the one I am writing now as well as I can, filling it with loving thoughts and gratitude for today and choosing to read in my book of life only the chapters that bring me joy.