Each of us are given a blank piece of paper each day to draft any way we wish. While listening to The Garth Brooks Channel the other day, he was speaking about how he was given this blank piece of paper, and how he tries to fill the paper with the most each day. This particular day, he wrote and recorded the most amazing music, filling that piece of paper with music he would share with others. Extraordinary!
It made me think about my “blank piece of paper” and what I do with it each day or maybe just on a particular day. Let’s face it, not every day can be monumental, right? If we are lucky, some days are extraordinary and others might just be ordinary. Not that there is anything wrong with ordinary. Whatever you fill your piece of paper with it will become a memory that you tuck away, to be remembered another day.
I would categorize this past Sunday as an ordinary day, and I’m fine with that. We all need down days, and Sunday was mine. Cristine and I went for breakfast, had pedicures (the 10 minute extra kind, with the longer massage), then we each went home. The weather was nasty, heavy rain, cold and not a day to be outside. I don’t know what she did with her afternoon, but I spent mine photographing, cooking and cleaning. Sounds, ordinary for sure! It was sort of ordinary, except for the fact that I did some photography, which I love. I made a pot of soup for Halloween, Cristine’s favorite kind, which will make her so happy on Tuesday. It’s what that pot of soup represents, that possibly made this a little bit extraordinary. You see, every year, when she was young, we would trick or treat with my sister and her children. When we were finished, we would all sit down to a big pot of beef vegetable soup. I guess for her, and me too, it’s that memory that is comforting and extraordinary!
Within the last week, the leaves have really begun to change and after starting the soup, I made a cup of coffee, and relaxed in my favorite room with McKenzie nearby. Staring out the windows of the sunroom, I noticed how beautiful the colors had become. The raindrops on the window enhanced the brilliant colors of the trees in our backyard.
We are all familiar with the saying “every day is a blank slate”, which is the same as my blank piece of paper. I suppose it’s the memories we make or the hearts that we touch that make that piece of paper extraordinary. Whatever you decided to do with your blank piece of paper, be it ordinary or extraordinary it will be a memory tucked away in your mind. If you’re lucky, in the mind of someone else as well.
Have a great week ahead, as always, thanks for stopping by and sharing in my corner of the world . . .
Until next week ~
Copyright 2021 Debra Nancy photography
A visual storyteller. I use flowers, tea cups, cake plates and various props to tell still life stories. I grew up in the city, but I have lived in the suburbs for over 30 years. Living close to the beach and a local small village has given me the opportunity to tell my story through photographs.