THROUGH MY LENS: Heart of the matter
If you look it up, there is no real synonym for the heart, no one word that means quite the same thing.
Hitting the Trail
I decided to do… something that got me moving through the world in a way that reminded me of how beautiful it can be, and that I needed to enjoy each and every day while I can.
THROUGH MY LENS: Fridge magnet gallery
They are constant, visual reminders to me of all the places I’ve been, the things I’ve seen and learned, and the other travels, hopefully, still to come…
Leveling Up
Writing had become my way of telling myself my own stories, looking for clues in all the tangled events…
THROUGH MY LENS: the things they carried
The world was surely a very different place… yet I can’t help but believe people themselves weren’t that dissimilar from who they are now.
On the Run
Quite often in life, I’ve had to do things I didn’t like to do… taking on the task of running might seem like small potatoes at first, in reality it was more akin to climbing a mountain…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Go in grace
I taste it in my voice, running like a river, mingling with others…
flowing in and out, filling up the endless sky…
Silent Summer
… I felt what I wanted now was to get out into the world again. To be a part of it, to be connected once more.
Of Gods and Small Things
I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
Coming Home Again
Like Scarlett O’Hara, I felt like I was running back to Tara to find some strength. Only my Tara was about 1600 square feet with a cemetery just beyond the backyard.
