Let me ask you a question…
Do you ask enough questions?
This morning I posted about having troubles sleeping. Let me ask you a question…
What is your secret to a good night’s sleep?
Aging, Families, Stupidity*Suziland
Beer. That was my favorite drink. But you know what was better than that? Tequila. Put these two dancing in a crowd of friends and strangers and more friends, I quickly and inevitably became someone to regret the next day.
What I remember from my past, is not remembering enough. I was desperately unaware of the capacity with which my flesh was standing, and I wonder how much longer it would have taken to fully rot down to my core. I thought I was close.
Which is the lie that ultimately forced me to sit up and listen for the voice that had been calling me for years. My lowest moment in life transformed into a glimpse of eternity, that shed me of all the shame, fear and decisions I had made.
Accepting the idea that I could be good enough for God, was the most self-provoking challenge I had…
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I’m not exactly sure why, but I haven’t been sleeping soundly the last couple of nights. This morning I woke feeling drained of energy. I have an office day today and I am having lunch with my old boss, Jamey. It will be nice to catch up. I’ll remember to take pics.
Let me ask you a question…
Do you have anything special you do on Monday morning to get going for the work week?
This week’s Word Press Photo Challenge is the word Transient. Transient; a momentary , fleeting thing. The photos that immediately came to mind are the ones of a horse in mid stride. That airborne moment.
In dressage that is the moment we aim to achieve more of. More airtime. More floating. More cadence.
It is a feeling of freedom. It is transient, fleeting and gone in an instant but it is the feeling of flying. How lucky for a human to be able to feel that even if only for a moment.
Perhaps the famed migration of the Swallows from their winter home in Argentina to San Juan Capistrano isn’t as fleeting as the theme Transient suggests, but try taking photos of them near their nests and transience takes on a whole new meaning.
The nesting swallows flit back and forth so quickly that trying to capture one or several in a photo is a little ridiculous. Especially since I was precariously perched on the levee under the launch near where we windsurf. As soon as I dared step into their realm, they, and I mean hundreds of them, went flying, diving with acrobatic precision only the Flying Wallendas could execute!
In all 40 of my mostly failed images, I managed to highlight the nesting swallow (upper left corner of photo above) in most of the shots. I figured this was a nesting female patiently waiting for daddy bird to bring yummy…
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