I realized that the 3 pictures I took this past weekend
summed up what I experienced
perfectly.
I’ve been trying to sort out what happened –
how to convey the essence of events
without telling stories
which aren’t mine to tell.
Being cryptic and elusive isn’t my style
but sometimes things aren’t about me –
as shocking an admission as that is.
Suffice it to say; I loved being with family –
even if things felt a bit out of focus.
I loved seeing boys
who are growing into men
and friends
who became family decades ago
and know me as well as,
if not better than,
I know myself.
Even when things feel ‘off',
it’s better to be with them
than to live
in isolation.
Sometimes though ‘big picture thinking’
doesn’t work;
there are too many variables and -
when the future is unclear for those I love -
sometimes the best thing I can do
is concentrate
on the beauty
of the small and everyday;
the light and shadow
which is part of every moment -
and keep breathing…
and keep praying…
which, for me, have the same source and are really the same thing.
It was a weekend of being joyfully
and painfully alive
and in relationship.
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