*** It’s the first day of my vacation in Shenandoah National Park. The day starts early, joyfully lasts and lasts, stretching into delightfully unplanned, wandering, free hours. A hike here, a drive there, a half hour given to photographing clouds, a long talk with my Mom over coffee. I am reminded of Harper Lee writing… Continue reading About Time
Every day, we hear others (and ourselves) say: "I would love to! But I'm too busy." We are too busy to sit quietly in an evening hour on the waterfront, too busy to take a walk and breath the sweet August air deeply, too busy to see a friend. Too busy. Such a well… Continue reading Too Busy to Live
You don't find your purpose in life. You create it, you build it, you craft it.
Postcards from Acadia Series A cool, early September evening finds me in Bar Harbor, Maine. I come to a little park looking out at a pier and position myself on one of the benches thoughtfully provided, no doubt for specific sunset watching purposes. In front of me, there lies Frenchman Bay: glassy still water; little… Continue reading The Light of Bar Harbor
Have you been to the Bishop’s Garden in the early spring? I went there in the beginning of Lent. I have been wrestling with a hard question for a while, asking God over and over, what His calling for me was – but it seemed that He had no answer for me. And so… Continue reading In the Garden
The butterfly looked dead. It was 10 in the evening and I just got off the train. Long, exhausting, meaningless day in the office, long ride on a crowded train, long drive ahead of me - and now I barely had the energy to walk, let alone to look around. But then by chance I… Continue reading The Butterfly