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 towards the ranch, I felt that familiar surge within me, the essence of my fuel. It’s a transformative energy that shapes me into a better version of myself, filling me with a sense of being one with everything around me. This fuel, this source, has a power beyond what is physical or emotional. It reminds me of the greater gift in life—the heart of everything good and beautiful. In those moments, the connection to the source of love has no room for doubt or fear—mystical and pure love.
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 its gift.
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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