looking back from here

My friend (Edward Viljoen) found a cache of ancient photos and he's posting them in stealth. 

This one was snapped in the summer of 1991. I was 25 and had my whole life in front of me. What I recall about that time, though, was how scared I was ... scared that I'd get old, scared that I wouldn't get old, scared I'd be alone without family or friends, scared I'd never make it ... whatever "it" was. 

I'm smiling at the thought of Edward in the year 2035 posting a photo of me today. Maybe I'll look back on my 47-year old self and think, "Dang! You still had your whole life ahead of you!"

I hope so. 

Say, "Cheese!"

blinding flash of the obvious

I saw this billboard on a street in Las Vegas. In addition to being humorous, the sign reminded me not to complicate my communications with too many words. Hugs to y'all!

i know it's blurry, but...

... that's the way life appears to me at times. 

It was before 6:00 AM and I was in the front seat of the Dodge Ram 1500 pickup truck with a 22' travel trailer in tow. My brother Ken was driving and my sister-in-law, Robin, was riding bitch. 

We were headed from Salt Lake City to Yellowstone, chatting about Syria and what role, if any, the USA ought to play. 

I looked up and saw the sign for which I'd been unprepared, "Welcome to Idaho". I grabbed my iPhone and snapped this as we flew by it. 

Rather than delete the photo, I thought I'd keep it as a reminder of life: enjoy the scenery as it comes - even if it is blurry. 

i'm on my way

work has begun on the new 'sacred space garden' at center for spiritual living in san josé, california - and things are a beautiful mess!

looking at this broken concrete reminds me of dr. joyce murphey, who wrote, "i'm not where i need to be, but thank god I'm not where i used to be. i'm ok, and i'm on my way!" 

even though things are torn up and a mess, "we're okay and we're on our way!"

friend or foe?

it's neither good nor bad, friend nor foe, desirable nor unwanted. yet, sometimes i'm drawn to it and sometimes i pretend it's not there.

its job is to tell me what is. is my job to pay attention to what is - or to pretend that what is, isn't?

i'm going to the bakery now, at which i'll contemplate this a little more.