Sunday 10 December 2017

Snow and quiet moments
Broken strands of lights
The perfect song
Multiple plan B’s
A blossom
A bird
A drink of water
Mermaids and liturgy
I can’t always explain what catches my eye.  What consumes my attention. I don’t always know why one thing weighs more than the other.  Why one event is charged and another supposed-to-be-significant moment passes on by.  I do know that December in particular seems to have all the things.  Lights and favorite people.  Stress and movement.  Gatherings and loneliness in blender.  Reflection and anticipation. And lists.  All the lists.
I’m waking up early and sometimes sleeping in.  I’m carrying my camera and sometimes putting it down.  I’m paying attention and holding hands with only the most important things.  Everything else can pass on by.
Wishing you all the most important things.
“Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.”  Marcus Aurelius, The Emperor’s Handbook