Thursday, March 3, 2017

“Wisdom comes with winters”

~ Oscar Wilde

Life, like this fading flower, takes on a unique beauty at a certain point when the brightness of youth fades. It’s wonderful. We settle into ourselves, we come to understand, we learn to let go.

It’s also challenging. The memory begins to weaken, the joints begin to complain, the metabolism goes on hiatus.

I bought a fitness tracker the other day with a goal to increase my movement and help with the effects of a metabolism that’s gone missing. The goal is to walk 10,000 steps every day; I’m working up to it. The band on my wrist also vibrates to prompt me to move if I’m sedentary for too long. It’s been eye-opening to see how many (or few) steps I take on a given day, and somewhat annoying to be interrupted when I’m in the middle of something. All good though, and necessary.

Yesterday: a good chat with my daughter and finishing up setting up my online photography shop (see below). Today: writing, a few errands, and walking. And walking.


I’m making prints of some of my photos available to purchase through Fine Art America. You can see them on the Photography tab at the top of this page or check out my new site at

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Even the fading flower contains the yellow wreath of hope.

    1. Oh! I love those words, Marian!

  2. Your site is beautiful. I love how you have it set up, lights and darks. Just stunning!

    1. Thanks so much, Karen.

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