The following are my photos for the UU Lenten Photo Practice 2015. I don’t observe Lent in the traditional sense, but I appreciate the sense of reflection and contemplation that this time of year provides and I welcome the opportunity for an intentional and daily spiritual practice focused on “paying attention” that this provides. If you’re interested in learning more about the UU Lenten Photo Practice, click here. Or you can follow along with me here.
Yes, this. My God, THIS! When I think of what I want most for my kids in their lifetimes, it isn’t Ivy League educations or high-paying jobs or big, fancy houses. What I want for them is contentment and confidence, adventure and passion, love and friendship. I want them to find welcoming communities that foster a true sense of belonging, not a desire to fit in. And, yes, I also want a world filled with rainbows and glasses-wearing balls of sunshine.
(Day 30: #community)
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Getting a little help from the boys with today’s word: MERCY. (Day 25: #mercy)
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I have realized that oftentimes the word “share” is used to mean a division of something. I tell my kids to share their toys, to share the last cookie, and most recently to share a bedroom. We might share the blankets at night or share an office during the day or share a cab to get where we need to go. And in each of these instances, the sharing seems to imply a division, with each share-er somehow getting less than the whole.
But what about sharing as the great MULTIPLIER? What if when we share, we actually get more? We can share dreams and smiles and love. We can share homes and lives and families. We can share hopes and fears and friendship. We can share good books and cups of coffee and bottles of wine.
Sharing anything – whether a bedroom, the last piece of pie, a favorite toy, or a life – is not without its discomforts, of course. But maybe, with a generous heart and a little patience, sharing always builds up, multiplies, creates more.(Day 24: Share)
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Candles + writing + quiet house (+ Yoda?) = my sacred space, where I find myself.
(Day 22: #sacred)
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Lots of people talk about their childhood dreams and say things like “I always knew I wanted to be a writer/teacher/lawyer/photographer/painter/etc.” Well, not me.
Not in a million years, did I ever think that I would be a writer. Not for one second. I never in my wildest dreams thought that I would write a book. I didn’t even keep a journal, for heavens sake! Isn’t a journal the prerequisite for every writer? As a little girl, I thought I was going to be a teacher and live at home forever and raise horses in my parents’ (not big) backyard.
But people change.
I also never thought I would have pink streaks in my hair, like I did for a short period of time. I never thought I would have as many tattoos as I have. I never thought I would own a lizard. I never thought I would be so happy to go to bed at 8:00 on a Friday night. I never thought I would drink coffee, let alone a pot a day. In some ways, I have changed so much that I hardly recognize my younger self.
But people change. We change.
(Day 21: #Change)
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Creating a little corner of reverence at home with some of the things that we picked up at our church’s Art Faire a few weeks ago…a chalice that Jackson’ class made and a ceramic LOVE ornament that Teddy picked out. I especially like the fact that out of all the other options, Teddy chose the ornament that is a little broken.
(Day 19: #worship)
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And cookie dough. Then again, cookie dough is pretty much little balls of happiness.
(Day 18: #Hunger)
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Joy is seeing that the people you love are happy, doing what they enjoy with people they enjoy.
(Day 17: #Joy)
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What do YOU see? (Day 16: #see)
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Tomorrow. Again tomorrow. (Day 15: #courage)
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So many positive vibrations from this lovely lady in her 85 years. (Day 12: Purpose)
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I’m reading all about Cheryl Strayed’s struggles (both on the PCT and before her adventure) in “Wild” right now. This much is quite clear: I am a big wimp. (Day 11: Struggle)
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I have an odd relationship with this thing right here, my computer. But if you’re really lucky some of that kindness in the “online” world seeps into your “IRL” world. (Day 10: Kindness)
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