It’s warm again here, and the sprinklers were going full force this morning at the garden. So we zigged and zagged a lot as we walked – no real plan as we meandered. My photos moved from white to pinks to reds and greens. The lilies are glorious right now, and the roses are still…
Tag: grief
sacred space
On the drive home from work I was listening to All Things Considered on the radio. Eleanor Beardsley was reporting from a small microphone, panting slightly as she walked a half mile into one of the towns in Central Italy that has been devastated by the earthquake and aftershocks this week. She notes the silence…
breathe
It’s hot here, and humid. This is not atypical for this place and this time of year. It’s been such an emotional week, and I’m spent. Our extended family is wrapping up an emotional journey, and we’ve followed along with their photos through our own tears. The daily news is hard to stomach, and the…