Tracey in Maine

A few blossoms found by the seashore this weekend.  They suddenly glowed in a shaft of afternoon light.

One of those unexpected sights that made many a person pause, and one older gentleman even exclaimed, “What a glorious day it has turned out to be.”

Call and Response with the Sun*

Sun, will you shine in my sky?
Lord, yes indeed, I will try.

Sun, will you shine, brightening my sky?
Lord, yes indeed, I will try.

Sun, will you shine in my sky?
Lord, yes indeed, I will try.

Sun, my sweet sun, will your light fill this world?
Yes, Lord! Yes, indeed, I will try.

 

*Lyrics composed while sittin’ in the sun.

Part of the genesis of the story referenced in the previous post, about The Long Walk, was an accidental 26 mile walk I took a few months ago.  Now, people keep asking me, “How do you accidentally walk a marathon?”  Well, let me tell you, it is possible, if you keep wondering what’s around the bend.

I couldn’t think of a title so I’ll just let the leaf speak for itself.

I have this pair of earrings that sit on the windowsill.  They are broken but their beauty is such that I cannot make myself throw them away.  When I get into a cleaning mood, when I just want to create some space, I almost reach for them.  But then the light … yes, always the light … will strike the pieces revealing a uniqueness that once tossed I will never find again.  That is the thought that came to mind this morning as I found this image on my camera.  I often have trouble labeling a photo but instantly the words “broken light” appeared in my head.  And those two words brought to mind an inspiring blog, Broken Light: A Photography Collective.  The site presents the powerful words and images of those living with, or affected, by mental illness.  If you have not had a chance to view Broken…