Think a beautiful thought in the morning
and it will carry you through your day.
–Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus—
[Translated by David Hills]
We’ve finally had some consistently beautiful weather–sunny skies and breezy, warmer days–so yesterday I took a break from the mental work and took a photo-walk with my photographer friend, Amanda. We “found” purple tulips.
Purple tulips were my sister Lori’s favorite flower, so this experience was truly a hug from God.
Little moments can have a feeling and a texture that is very real. –Ralph Fiennes
Sometimes, life gets so frenzied that I take rest and moments where and when I can. This is how I managed to capture the photos above.
While waiting for the grants officer at “my” university to finish with a client a couple of weeks ago, I took a few cleansing breaths. As I exhaled, I suddenly noticed the many colors and textures in her office suite. I wanted to touch everything. Instead, I let my eyes and phone [camera] do the work while my spirit eased into rest. [Click an image for a closer look].
Losing a loved one does not just make us
painfully aware of their mortality, but our own,
which comes with a great sense of responsibility–
to carry on living our lives a little more
mindfully, purposefully, and wholeheartedly,
now that they cannot
(I miss you and I will always love you) –-Emina Gaspar-Vrana
Today my sister Lori would have celebrated her 56th birthday. In the photo above are the last Christmas gifts she gave me–a brooch representing [us] six sisters joined by hip and heart and a beautiful sister-heart. She gave them to me last January–weeks after her diagnosis–when we made a special trip to New Orleans so she and I could have a sister heart to heart that I didn’t want to have by phone. While I struggle with the cruel reality of two sisters gone, I walk in the knowledge that not even death can remove the imprint of my sisters from my heart.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) –e.e. cummings
The Charlie Brown quote above was hand-stamped on the back of the 2018 card:
The dreamy photos take me back to childhood Christmases with all my sisters and brothers gathered around the tree wondering which packages contain our gifts. Many of us have our own stories of childhood and Christmas, so they’re perfect for a [not-so] #WordlessWednesday.
You can find more of Suzette’s gorgeous photography and other creative work on her blog, Notes from the Road.
For more lessons on Christmas from Charlie Brown, check out: That’s What Christmas Is All About.
One of the things I love about New York City is that the city is constantly moving. I can stand in–or walk through–the same location for hours and watch hundreds of stories unfold. I’m convinced NYC never runs out of stories–and that the story is rarely what it seems.
I captured the photo above several years ago as I walked through or near Union Square [I think]. Though we are naturally drawn to story of the couple in the foreground, the more interesting stories take place beyond them.
What words–or stories–do you have for today’s photo?
I’m linking up with The Sky Girl and Natasha Musing for #WordlessWednesday, which provides an opportunity to share photos without words. In response to the confusion I noted in last week’s #WordlessWednesday, Natasha explained why “Wordless Wednesday” is often wordy. She explained that participants like to share the back story, but it’s not necessary. And since it isn’t, I’ll let you choose the words. 😉