Some of my favorite books have called to me from the noisy din of The Goodwill Store. The Celtic Way of Prayer: the Recovery of the Religious Imagination by Esther de Waal is one of those gems read and reread, underlined and thoroughly marked up, and never too far from reach. It seems fitting on …
God acts within every moment And creates the world with each breath. He speaks from the center of the universe, In the silence beyond all thought. Mightier than the crash of a thunderstorm, Mightier than the roar of the sea, Is God’s voice silently speaking In the depths of the listening heart.” Adapted front the …
The last couple weeks in Seattle and across the state of Washington have been absolutely amazing. In fact, they have been nothing less than powerful evidence that the Bible is true. “Hey—what does the Bible have to do with the Seahawks win?” Everything. Have you read Psalm 133 lately? It tells you why the Seahawks …
Today I will pick up my grandson after preschool and we will create. The paper and the colored pens will come out. The marbles and the racetrack will be reconfigurated. It will be another afternoon of creativity at Memaw’s house. Currently there is a gallery showing of his artwork lining the walls in the hall, …
When I was thirteen, my daddy almost died. After that whenever I pointed out a sunset, he would glance towards it, shake his head in disappointment, and wander off whistling a tune about heaven. We always surmised that in the delirious depths of his cause-unknown trek through the valley of the shadow of death he …
Last week, I left home early to experience sunrise. With my camera slung around my neck, a song spontaneously rose to my lips as I walked near the I-5 corridor. The morning unwrapped her sleeping shroud throwing back layers of featherbedding that clung to the lazy Snohomish River. I stood enthralled, singing, and commanding my …
Here in the Pacific Northwest, a long and beautiful summer drifted into a sun-drenched fall. I promised myself when the rains come, I will write. I told myself that the dismal months would be my writing oasis. Here I will find the freedom and solitude in which to pen magnificent prose. So while on sunny …
As I mention in the first blog on life lessons from photography, I was the queen of busy photos. The more I could cram into a frame the better. Forget 1000 words; I would cram a whole chapter into one 4×6 inch photograph. Happily, I learned simplicity trumps busy. I now focus on isolating my …
There is something to love about a best friend. She points out your assets and isn’t afraid to bring up your liabilities. If your heart is open and your ears are attentive you can pick up some valuable insight from her on how to navigate life, even if it feels a tad bit abrasive. After …
Last night my classmates celebrated our 45th high school reunion. I keep thinking it can’t be true! I would have enjoyed being there had I been in Walla Walla, but I wasn’t. I was on a mountain indulging my photography addiction with two of my favorite people. At 45 years out from high school, I …