I got up this morning wondering what surprises the day would hold. The month is warm. It is late in the season. The leaves have not begun to turn. The heat that is summer, the clarity that is winter, have all faded into fog. Autumn has yet to fill the air with Halloween dreams. There is a haze that decorates the mornings, clings to everything, clouding the scenery with ghost-like serenity.
Things we did just yesterday are memories. While our previous actions can impact the present, we can change nothing about the past. It has become fixed in our timeline.
The future is beyond our understanding. We can touch nothing forward in time. No one can see ahead with any certainty…Tomorrow is a mystery about to unfold.
The only reality is now.
We must live in the very moment, seize the very essence of the present. No other time can be affected by our efforts.
I got up this morning wondering what surprises the day would hold. When I looked across the seemingly endless expanse of water, I knew that the fog would lift–that the sun would come out. I poured myself a cup of coffee, and took a deep breath sucking in the glorious scent of early Fall. I smiled. I was content in that moment on the shore.
I’m a story teller. You already know that. I invent things, sometimes things that I can not have. I dream. I want more time. I fly. I crawl. I dance. I manage to become hundreds of people, while the me that’s inside is often lost and afraid. Do you love me? Do you hate me? Do you wonder who I am? Open your eyes.
The answer is very clear–so do I.
I am imperfect in a perfect world. “None of us are perfect parents.” “Let he who is without sin throw the first stone.” “No one looks like a television super- model(my apologies Naomi Campbell).” We are all what we are meant to be. We make mistakes and we learn.
Some of my most superlative photographs reveal flaws, show defects, and display the world as I want to see it–
–amazingly beautiful in its immense imperfection.
The simple thought of motion defines so many parts of life. In a smaller sense it describes activity in a microcosm of our day. I went into the kitchen and came out with my coffee…
Maybe not what someone was expecting, but apt nonetheless.
I find the concept of a quick turn around defining many parts of life, and I object. We all prefer in the hospital to be a quick out of the hospital, but in love needs to last a life time.
I insist on the permanence of certain concepts–liberty, happiness, choice, freedom, love—being among my favorites. It makes me wonder how these things can so easily fall into the category of temporary.
Yes, someone may point out that liberty, freedom and choice are the same thing, but that is not always true…
My mind is open. How about you?