Take The Road Less Traveled….

Because, sometimes the road highly trafficked will get mud on it. Lots of mud on it. On our recent road trip to Southern California, had we tarried, this freeway would have led us thru a huge flooding of mud. Roads are, for the most part, fixed things. We go where they take us.


Mostly they just keep us on our daily missions. Sometimes they show us wonderful things. Sometimes, they just show us people under pressure, compressed, hurriedly getting no where.


Now for folks on the road with the forceful frightening water and mud; sharing the road with others was, for the most part, probably a good thing. There had to have been the helplessness of being jostled about with others- no way to maneuver around each other- no way to escape, but for the help of others. What a strange shift of perspective. One moment jockeying for the fastest lane, the next needing each other for survival, for encouragement, for singleness of mission.

The less traveled road is journeying it your way governed by different rules of the road. Steep edges with no shoulders, ruts… no gas stations…. or water. But it’s still a road. It would be prudent for it not to be solitary. You never know when the rain that never falls, falls enthusiastically- when the flooding flashes- when the car fails. We need each other. Choose your company well for this journey. Choose your roads well.



Who Loves Fall?

Not me. The days are getting so short. Reality of routine is staring me in the eyes. And here in the Pacific Northwest, it’s going to continue for the next 7 or 8 months until the warmer longer days persevere and summer returns. The plus side to this is that when there is a window in the weather to scurry outside to walk the poochie, sit at the beach with a latte, …or sweep the the freshly littered with needles and leaves walk- we do!


I like to think of myself as an optimist, but you folks who love fall? You’re really the optimists. You see the hot cup of cocoa that comforts the soul stuck inside. You see the opportunity when it isn’t  always obvious. You’re the one who stops and sees the colours.


You are probably good at seeing outside the box… Or just know when to take advantage of what’s in the box. It’s a good challenge. Use the shelter of the box when it’s needed, but don’t allow what’s outside to rain on your parade. Get out and seize the day.


So there’s less sun in the sky, and we need to bundle up, but that’s extra padding from the camera strap… and a chance for the lens to look at things in a different light. You folks who love fall? I’m glad you’re around! The camera will head outside, after the rain takes a breather… and I finish my hot cuppa joe…. just need to reign in the carb craving and urge to hibernate.

The Eyes… They Do Have It

There is nothing pithy or profound to say about eyes that has not been said many times over- but aren’t they wonderful? They run second only to hearing in importance for us bi-peds. Eyes plead, they speak anticipation or weariness… (I’ve always thought that the reason God didn’t ever give me a brown-eyed baby is that I would be totally at their mercy.) The level of trust from one of these wee ones is like none other. It’s the reason that I hold to the principle of don’t tell children too much, too early. Don’t betray a child. Don’t abuse the trust of a child. Let them be a child. Let them filter and understand this big old world with all the gentle honesty and protection you can muster.


When this jagged planet starts to jade the filters they see the world with, a child never again hold your gaze with that same intensity of trust. It’s more measured- It’s wanting safe refuge, so make sure it is real for them. There is plenty in this old world to sober ’em up, so guard what their eyes see and what their ears hear.

I once heard a wise man say, a child will believe more of what you say about them than what you say to them. So tell them you love them to the moon. and let them hear you tell others that they are worth going to the moon for. And for pities sake let them be a little silly as they connect the goofy dots that the world throws at them. Because, sometimes when they can’t find the words their eyes will tell you what your heart needs to stop and listen to.