"Remember that writing is translation. And the opus to be translated is yourself." ---E. B. White
I was writing an opus on Tulips from Pilot Point on March 10, 2020 where I picked tulips from the Tulip Farm in Pilot Point, TX. The tulips in my photograph are a sample of what I picked by hand after walking up and down the tulip paths to choose what appealed to me most. I remember thinking to myself, I'll be back on my birthday to pick some more. Unfortunately, because of the pandemic, I never got to go back. I spent my birthday in self-quarantine as recommended by my TX Governor. And so, the photos I took that day I relish. I remember. I reach down into my soul and feel joy for what I had, while remembering, the responsibility we have for never taking more than we need.
I remember how odd people thought I was for taking so many digital photographs. I'm glad I did it anyways and now I have a collection of happy memories of places I've gone to and things I did, like walk the gardens at the Dallas Arboretum. I honestly don't know how many times I posted photographs and stories about the Dallas Arboretum, but I'm sure glad I did not let anyone discourage me from doing the things I loved and the inspiration I received from my adventures. And now, I look at that photograph, it seems like I took it just yesterday; ironically, I'm reminded of that time and place, in the Fall of 2019, or was it 2018? Would it be, could it be a seed was planted in my head? 'Be the change that others can't.' Foreshadowing? Perhaps. I like the idea of being a blogger on ActiveRain because I practice writing, while bearing my soul. In retrospect, it has taken me nearly ten years to write my magnum opus on AR.
This photo was taken at an Archaeologically Dig at Nuragic Village when my daughter surprised me and she planned a trip on my previous birthday to Sardinia, an island in the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Italy.
I always believed that children are the most precious gift on earth. And giving my daughter a sibling was the best gift I could give her. Relishing time with family is the greatest experience of my life. I wish I could make everyone understand that the character and/or role I played as Mother/Father Opus to my children was the greatest time on earth. As I flip through the pages of my mind, I am grateful for my daughter and my son who have enriched my life experiences beyond my wildest dreams. --- Patricia Feager
The preservation of family values, love, and devotion are never to be taken for granted ---Patricia Feager