Not too late
Lace up the skates and cue my courage – I wish I’d learned when I was young!
Window Thinking
Lace up the skates and cue my courage – I wish I’d learned when I was young!
Tonight I saw a super blood wolf moon eclipse, and thus sings my soul.
….the path to a life of meaning and significance isn’t to “live in the present” as so many spiritual gurus have advised. It is to integrate our perspectives on time into a coherent whole, one that helps us comprehend who we are and why we’re here. I was inspired to read When: The Scientific Secrets …
My father, Fraser, taught me to work har, laugh often, and keep my word. My mother, Marian, showed me how to think for myself and to use my voice. Together, in our cramped apartment on the South Side of Chicago, they helped me see the value in our story, in my story, in the larger …
The trees are all dressed in rime ice coats and it is glory to behold.
This furry yellow smile is my sun on this ice-cold, foggy Friday.
What a gift she gave us – poetry generous, grounded, plain, and true.
I was excused from the jury box today and won’t have to decide.
Wherever you are tonight – may you find comfort, care, and shelter there.
“….haiku as a contemplative practice….that is, to prepare yourself to be touched by beauty….” John Paul Lederach When I’m out walking, I sometimes think about John Paul Lederach’s description of haiku as the finger-tapping choreography of life: It combines the beginner’s mind — what we might call joy, with ancient wisdom — what we might call patience. How do …
Sometimes you can’t know the choice is a fork and you won’t ever come back.
Day after day, year after year, I walk these paths and watch for the beauty.
Your fate is not yet sealed. Even in the darkest night, a star will shine, a bell will chime, a path will be revealed. I have mixed feelings about this middle grade fiction, but overall, I thought it worked okay. It is a story with distinct parts, I would have liked more of some and …
Silent film night at the theatre where music carries the story.
I pull on layer after layer, but she always wears the same coat.
A bundled up run in some rare bluebird sun helps me to remember.
Tonight on my walk I remembered when this was my living room view.
If you are looking for him, he’s probably by the fire reading.
We are good walking pals – I stop for pictures, she stops for yellow snow.
Who knows what running will be for me this year, but today it was good.
Parties, and gifts, and time off are all through, but the Christmas trees still stand.
Seed catalogs come on this deep dark cold winter day and we rejoice.
Missy Woo, golden girl of the sorrowful eyes and triangle ears.
I’ve created so many short video/photo compilations over the years, always making my best choice of transition for each scene change. Transitions can spin, slide, or puzzle. They can open a story or close it. I often use the crossfade transition where one image gently gives way to the next, and it seems that pretty …