photo (c) 2009 julie kingduring quiet moments of reflection photographing remains of this evening's rainfall, i thought "i want more . . . more time with family, more sunset glow on my face, more peaceful conversations with nature". i look back over my life and wonder how much precious time was wasted chasing material things that bring no lasting joy. did i work when i should have read to the kids? did i pause to listen to the loon's call, smell the rain, laugh with the wind? is my cup running over with vivid images of smiling children, foggy dawns, incandescent snow falls? was there more and i missed it?
a few years ago a friend signed me up for a free subscription to more magazine. i was humored by the multitude of full page ads for the latest anti-aging cream and intrigued by the fashion suggestions for the over-40 woman. but mostly each issue left me with a feeling that i was missing something important in my life. each page told the story of women who felt more fulfilled than at any other stage in their lives. they were finding themselves in new hobbies, exploring new paths and experiencing life to the fullest. for me, the void got wider and deeper with each issue.
and around that time, i discovered my passion for mixed media art. "aaaah," i said, "so this is what more feels like. i like it!" and so, i spend time every day soaking up the more of life . . . looking for the beauty in every little thing, taking happy photos, stringing words together to bare my soul. i'm living, breathing, teaching, experiencing the life of more.
how do you live the life of more? haven't found it yet? keep searching; no matter your age, your economic status or your station in life -- your more is out there just waiting for you. seek, grow, find, fly free, soar, my friends. fly free & soar!