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Revisiting Part 2
Last month when I shared about revisiting as a part of transition, I sensed from my own experience that there was a summary, a wrapping up of a time of specific actions leading to a new now “revisited” place … a launching place for a new season. Instead it seems it was more of a…
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Pull Up a Chair
In the busy outside interactions of summer in the city, it’s often difficult to find a place of retreat, where one can stand back and observe what moments ago one was in the midst of. On a recent evening photo shoot, in front of Union Station,Denver’s newly repurposed and renovated train station plaza,…
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What’s Right In Front Us Often Reveals Next Steps
Six years ago can seem like yesterday or twelve long years depending on what has occurred in the interim. The lessons or reminders of that time are certainly a part of who we are today and yet in seeing something from the past today we are often tempted to add judgments about what we did…
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In Walking Away, We Can Miss A Lot
I spent a long weekend in Brooklyn, New York where I visited my youngest son. We walked, we talked, drank great coffee, ate ethnic food and talked about the times we find ourselves in. All too soon it was time to go. I took the subway to Penn Station in New York, and then the New…
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We Are Not Alone In Our Transitions
March 2015 was an unusually full month and the events that touched my life and others that I’m in relationship with, all had this in common: major transition. After the event comes the good-bye of one way of living or being – usually involving grief, disorientation, wilderness wandering, re-orientation and a re-definition process of who…
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Something Old is New Again
It’s very interesting how things that we’re struggling with “all of a sudden” resolve. One day, without notice, something that has been taking away so much of our physical and mental effort, finds it proper proportion in our life, or even disappears. It was one of those weeks for me. I was grateful for…
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A Man and His Sons
February is a frequent birthday month in our small family, including my own, so I gave myself a two week sabbatical from blogging. I pinpoint the time that I became a photographer to the Spring of 2008, when I took my year old digital point and shoot camera to Seattle with me on a…
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Night Sky
I grew up in a small village in South Central Nebraska. Whenever I wanted to see the stars on a clear night, I looked up. Living in a city these many years later, I can look up and see some stars in…
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Dancing In The Moment
We are most anxious it seems when we think back to what was or forward to what will be. Regrets for actions taken or not taken; fearful for actions to be taken and so on. I’ve been reflecting a bit this week…
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Take Me Back
Hello Dear Readers: After a two week hiatus or possibly three I’m back at it and delighted to be. I’ve had visits from friends; our almost 9 year old grand nephew flew in for a visit; and tomorrow our younger son returns to D.C. after a…