Holga Walk Series (C) Carolyn Frayn

Nutmeg Chatter has the extreme pleasure of introducing you to the exquisite work of photographer Carolyn Frayn.

Calla Lillies (c) Carolyn Frayn

NUTMEG CHATTER: When did you first discover photography as art?

And now, Nutmeg Chatter readers, you are about to take a journey through a virtual gallery hosting the Carolyn Frayn exhibit.

Paris in a Box 1 (c) Carolyn Frayn

HOME IS WHERE MY LIFE LIVES

                                 BY CAROLYN FRAYN

Home is not the walls that surround my belongings. Home is

the joy and comfort that encompasses my life and follows me

without hesitation. Home is an invisible field of peace and

goodness. Memorable, surprising, delicious, kind, and rife with

tingling finger sensations.

Home is where my life lives.

Home is my son’s laughter bubbling through the halls to

fill my heart with smiles.

Home is the most beautiful faces from far away greeting

me at the door.

Home is my sister’s hands wrapped around mine when

her strength is exactly what I need to carry on.

Home is our children gathered to bake us delights and

stir our bellies with giggles.

Home is my sons magic flying from certain lovely fingers. Home is feeling Mom’s fragile and

strong arms around me, her wish to trade with me my circumstance, home is listening to her

stories.

Home is that shaft of sunlight laying softly tickling the

bunny’s nose and gently

rubbing the dog’s eye as they both enjoy our quiet space.

Home is chilly feet curled up under the sage blanket, home is a

cup of tea, a book, the TV. Home is family dinners around the

corner or down the road. Home is drunken pictionary on

basement rugs with sleeping dogs.

Home is an instinct, an

intensely beautiful response, an

oft perfect sense of calm.

Home is laughter, home is warmth. Home holds countless layers of emotions, never still

yet almost silent. Home has no bounds, never ending gently swirling timelessness.

Strength is regained, resolve renewed, home heals all that can be healed.

As dappled sunlight travels the rooms of my life, as rain melts the

gloom and echoes soothing repetition into the nights, as snow softly

blankets my growing fears, as moonlight

finds a place to rest within my quiet reflection, I am home.

Home is where my life lives.

Carolyn Frayn is a Canadian Artist living with terminal breast cancer. Still here, still home.

Carolyn wrote about her experience with metastatic breast cancer in this post HERE and shares her personal experience in her blog ART OF BREAST CANCER  which has a facebook page. You can LIKE her fb page HERE.