photo: The call of the morning, Northern California.
Early this morning, as the sun added gold to the sky, my youngest brother Zane called, “The geese are here; the field is white; if you want to take photos, now is the time.”
I jumped out of bed, put on some boots, threw on a jacket, and brushed my teeth but not my hair.
Photo: Birds in Flight, Northern California.
As we drove to the ranch, I felt that surge, which I have come to know as my fuel. My fuel makes me a better me, makes me feel alive and happy; it heals my wounds, restores my confidence, and connects me to God’s love, the greater gift, the center of life itself—that which is good.
Photo: Geese in the morning light.
I felt it, stopped right there, and then let it soak through me,
absorbed my surroundings, took it in gulps, thanking the high heavens for such beauty,
For such a life, for my family, and for knowing the gift that it is.
and not taking it for granted.
Photo: Home Land
I love those moments that come with the day.
How they affect each of us differently. Some see a field, some see a harvest, some see work, some see stress, and some see paradise.
I see homeland.
The base of who I am.
Photo: Mystical morning, the call of communion.
No matter where I am, I will always be home because home is with me.
Many things inspire me, such as the brocante, but what fuels me? Something beyond anything I can tag and tame, something that stirs without knowing when or why, a mystical moment that comes up and says, “Here I am I am yours”.
Life is simply a gift to accept and then hold on to with grace and courage.
What fuels your soul?
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