Transitions challenge us.
From boat house to land, the path wobbles, especially if you run.
The places where elements meet — as in skylines, shores — present mystery. Where is the beauty in arriving home from vacation? Returning to an office after 15 years away? A friend’s father dies today.
Day bleeds into night, the sill between is decorated with rust-colored and ruined objects. A lost opportunity is what I saw this morning, watching the Iman in his white cap and a pastor dressed in a bloated defiance. Speaking to reporters, but not so much to each other. I would have liked palms to have met in fellowship. Isn’t that what good Christians do?
The eve of anniversaries.
She stood against the night sky and painted with a glow stick – her pink heart captured by pixels, visible after the fact.
Intention, light, creativity, and witnessing — not a bad combination for a world rife with conflict. I offer this heart of youth and of goodness to all of us on the eve of September 11.
Thank you for such a thoughtful and thought-provoking post, Dee. Thinking of my American friends.
Beautiful post Dee. Love your thoughts on transitions.
Thanks Victoria, and Ginny, just came from “Life in Crab Meadow” and the city blog of yours, and I especially respect your thoughts on the day, being a native New Yorker as you are…