Mysts of Yesteryear

So fellow travelers, there’s a tree I drive past every morning on my way to work.

It stands full and strong, in a wide open field, steadfast in its solitary reign. I never tire of the image as it shifts subtly through the seasons. Some mornings this Tree is my reminder to stand quietly through the winds of constant change.

A few weeks ago early morning light and fog created a mysterious vision. There was something there seeking to be known. Sitting with the images I captured, I sensed words playing in the mist. More sounds than statements, more feelings than phrases, like distant echoes of joy from a playground.

This haiku emerged from an accidental prompt contained in some helpful comments from my creative friends. It fit in a baffling and amusing way.

Myst

O rem yesteryear

Mystery of the unknown

Thoughts rise from the myst


Sometimes when we listen, even when the words don’t seem to make sense, we can find wisdom in our mistakes.

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.

Six decades of love

So fellow travelers, a month ago life threw me a major side track which tipped the balance of my time towards adjustments at work. Writing had to take a backseat although I did amass a portfolio of images and notes which are keeping the creative embers alive in my heart.

The tectonic shifts at work seem to have settled and there is a visible Light at the end of the tunnel of this black hole of time constraints. 

I’ve traveled out of town this weekend to celebrate my parents 60th wedding annivesary with most of my family  (we’re missing my daughters and son-in-law who live in Portland Oregon.) 

Sixty years of love, dedication and good measure of humor. My parents are an inspiration to all of us.


Yesterday was a joyous afternoon of laughter, stories, lots of family snapshots and great food. My brother and sister-in-law are awesome, gracious hosts.

This morning I woke feeling some stretch of the heartstrings, knowing our girls missed being there. Yet when I came downstairs to have breakfast with my parents I caught the glow of morning light on their stunning celebration bouquet. It’s surrounded by family photos and I could feel love’s Light connecting us through the miles. The thought brought peace to my spirit and these words of grace.

Celebrations light

Love glowing bright, true and strong

A family blessed

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.