But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
Read More

Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
Read More

Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
Read More

Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
Read More

Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
Read More

Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
Read More

Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
Read More

Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
Read More

Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
Read More

Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
Read More

Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
Read More

Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
Read More

Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
Read More

Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
Read More

Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
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Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
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Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
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Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
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But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
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Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
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Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
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The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
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Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
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Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
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Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
Read More

Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
Read More

Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

Focus?

Our beloved Gracie, the first of our beagle fur children, used to do a trick where she balanced a treat on her nose to the command, "Focus, focus, focus." She was only released to eat the delicious morsel one of us spoke the command, "Eat it up!" There were so many reasons that she was known as "Gracie, the wonder dog." Last year, at this time in #pandemiclife I needed the camera see for me. I could sense the world around me but I couldn't focus at all. The camera focused for me. This morning, I find myself complaining that the camera simply can't capture all that I can see.…
Read More

Beauty always wins…somehow

And today's lesson for Easter season. The beauty of Creation will not be denied. Humanity can trim and shape and mold and decide, but beauty, in the form of life and growth will not be stopped. Yes, we can ignore it at our own peril. But Beauty goes on without us. We must learn that our role is to witness not to control.
Read More

Not playing favorites…

I know I said that I liked the green ones best. But the pink and whites caught my attention today. Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it is because it is Tuesday. Or maybe I just like all the dogwoods and there are so many in bloom of all kinds that it is overwhelming my senses with beauty.
Read More