I’ve always enjoyed flying on cloudy days. The fascination never lessens for me but my flight on Monday was unusually mesmerizing.
Layer upon layer of clouds accompanied us as we slid through the atmosphere and my gaze was riveted on the ever-changing skyscape.
On this particular flight my mind was on this week’s photo challenge which had me exploring the latest version of my phone and what it had to offer in the way of video and pictures that move.
Life on terra firma has lately been confusing and sad and much too busy and so it was a welcome interlude to recently be up there among these magnificent vistas where my mind and heart could rest, if only for a few hours.
One evening last week I took my grandsons to a downtown Shreveport event called Hot Diggity Dog, an outreach from Central Art Station to it’s neighbors and a kickoff for a very exciting development that’s about to happen in an area adjacent to the art center called Shreveport Common.
Besides a delicious free dinner we were delighted to be treated to and included in, some amazing street music.
Six-year-old Xander was an eager participate, and the musicians willingly shared their enthusiasm and instruments with him.
I never really learned to swim as a kid. I can keep myself alive and I can move forward in a reasonable fashion but have never felt completely at home in the water. I certainly never learned to dive, but despite that, every summer I would venture up onto the high dive and summon the courage to jump off.
I dreaded it every year. I have no idea why I continued to do it, even into my adult years. My sons probably dared me.
To my great relief, most pools no longer have diving boards, much less high dives, and I’ve somehow gained enough sense as I’ve aged to no longer feel the need to do things I’m afraid of….recovery takes way too long after an injury.
Enter my grandsons! They love this slide at our neighborhood pool so yesterday I climbed to the top of the steps and photographed what they see from the top.
Followed by this sequence as Judah entered the pool!
Ahhhhh…..who can argue with this quintessential image of summer…..
Or any of these for that matter, many of these gleaned from my Instagrams of past summers, and all of them, icons of the season: a public splash pad, a tire swing, two of my grandchildren with time in the day to examine bugs, garden art, soft serve ice cream cones, a hammock strung between two trees, the beach, the lake, gorgeous summer flowers in riotous bloom, the inevitable wait for baggage at the airport, a grandson joyously running through the garden hose with abandon and yes, our very own Xavier, representing the dog days of summer!
We expect to celebrate the big milestones….the birthdays, the anniversaries, the major holidays.
I would suggest however, that every day we wake to the sun’s light is a celebration.
Each moment in which we are truly present is a celebration of our awareness, as in this moment my brother shared with his first grandchild at my home last week. They were simply birdwatching, nothing monumental and not a moment that Crosby will remember, but one my brother Jim will certainly cherish. After three heartbreaking miscarriages little Crosby was certainly a great cause for celebration in this family!
Traveling…..sleeping in three very different cities….flying….driving….three time zones in two weeks….days that start with 5 a.m. sunrises and end with 10 p.m. sunsets….it all causes a person to see life in new ways.
As humans, we spend a lot of time figuratively looking back and looking forward. This week’s photo challenge reminded me to just be in the moment and concentrate on literally looking up.
Here’s some of what I saw from below this past week in the states of Michigan and Washington.
Timing wasn’t the best for me this week for this particular challenge as I’m up “in the Soo” where the sun starts to light up the horizon at 5 a.m. and isn’t completely set until close to 10:30 p.m. Even after a very late dinner last night the sky wasn’t completely dark behind the International Bridge that connects the two cities of Sault Ste. Marie, USA and Sault Ste. Marie, Canada.
And this photographer, after a full day of landscaping around my son’s new home and over 20,000 steps on my Fitbit, wasn’t willing to stay up any later for more pictures!
Instead, I’ll leave you with a few shots from the middle of the last few days. Days blissfully full of crisp air and brilliant blue skies, things this Louisiana resident misses in the summer.
We’re on to Seattle in a few days so perhaps the next challenge will be more conducive to my vacation plans. In the meantime, greetings from the UP!
I’ve discovered the more I go through this particular opening, the more everything about my life falls into place.
It’s even better when someone is there to open the door as this gentleman was doing for everyone at Holy Family Catholic Church in Abilene, TX last Sunday.
I suspect I went out of a sense of obligation for many years but even during those decades when I was distracted and certainly not as attentive as I should have been, I was still absorbing the message, the music, the traditions and the beliefs.
The foundation of my faith was always there. Due to my parents the mustard seed was sown.
I’m thankful for that.
God never wavered. He just patiently waited for me to come back.
I’ve touched on this often in my posts, those twenty-seven moves in thirty-five years as a military spouse. Those moves affected so many parts of my life.
All of those addresses and not once did I really have much of a choice of the house I lived in. We rented the houses, or were issued them. Only once did we buy and my husband found and bought the house when I was still in South Dakota with sons in school and he was already in Virginia.
But this time, this first retirement home….this home I got to choose.
Here’s the reason I fell in love with it.
This is where the light first slips in, as the sun rises behind the house.
Making it’s appearance through generous windows the rest of the morning.