I’ve lost a lot of my passion for music – well at least for teaching it. Some of my students were fab, but I know I no longer want to be pulling 50 hour teaching weeks like I was in the UK. It drained me! So with our new adventure starting in America, I thought it was high time to express myself creatively via art class – and I’m so glad I did!
I met some lovely ladies on the course, all with different backgrounds and ideas for their projects. Over a seven week course we would start to bond over brushes and canvases, and it was marvellous. Our teacher, Emma helped us with all the little challenges we faced and gave me the confidence to put those colours on.
Here is my finished project- Durdle Door from the Jurassic Coast in Dorset, England. I used acrylic paints.
The value of art as a therapy is second to none. It really helped me deal with a lot of the raw grief I experienced from our loss of Rey and relit my passion for creating. Whilst we don’t have a huge income, I’ve taken up sketching in the mean time. I haven’t done “art stuff” since I was 16, and I am so glad to have rediscovered this vent for creativity! Maybe this is something I should have kept up a long time ago and should keep doing for a long time to come!
Art is something you breathe- with a different kind of happiness
(Here is the collection of pictures week by week as my painting grew!)
As I type, we are flying over the Atlantic, heading towards Atlanta GA. We are moving over to the big USA for 18 months for my husbands work and we are truly excited. I say excited because I’m not scared by this life changing experience in the slightest. In recent times we have faced fear – REAL FEAR, and been to hell and back. And after these experiences, NOTHING scares me now.
If we were to have made this transition 10 years ago, I would have been bricking it, but a beautiful girl came into our lives for a short while and taught us to fear nothing. Our beautiful Rey has taught us to take up opportunities as they arise, to be bold, daring and to have a good time doing it.
Everyday to us is a Rey Day and everything we do is in the honour of her memory. Although she may not be with us in physical form, we carry her with us in our hearts and minds, always. This is what gives us the strength to carry on and to make the most of life and this amazing planet we are blessed to live on.
Adventures on a Rey of Light documents this new chapter in our lives, whilst reflecting on other interesting aspects of our lives that have lead Haydn and I to take this humongous step. We hope you enjoy reading!
Love and hugs to you all
Laura and Haydn Walden xxx
Ps a little excerpt from Roald Dahls book, Flying Solo gave me inspiration for this blog: p.108
“Curiously enough, it did not frighten me. It did not even depress me. In a world where war was all around me and where I had ridden in dangerous little aeroplanes that roared and zoomed and crashed and caught fire, blindness, not to mention life itself was no longer too important. Survival was not something one struggled for anymore. I was already beginning to realise that the only way to conduct oneself in a situation where bombs and bullets whizzed past, was to accept the dangers and all the consequences as calmly as possible. Fretting and sweating about it all was not going to help”.