A Welcome Glow

Lights can make a place so much more welcoming. I delivered 2 weekly newspapers through out Junior high and High School. Most of the time my mom and I would deliver the papers on
Sunday at 6 o'clock in the morning.

Over the years it was like the houses and I built up a relationship. I learned shortcuts around hedges, where the mail box was, the pets and I were on a first name basis. Each house had its own personality. In the winter time those residents that kept their sidewalks clear of ice and large quantities of snow made my morning venture much less treacherous.

It was the houses that left there porch lights on all night that I looked forward to most on my early morning route. The temperature seemed to raise 10 degrees in the presence of the glow. During the holiday season those homeowners didn't know it but those holiday lights they left on during those dark and frozen mornings definitely brightened my way.

The power of wind

She wakes up in the morning. Light streaming through her blinds. Another morning. Breakfast, brush her teeth, head out side to run. The sound of her feet hitting the pavement becomes a constant eco behind the thoughts streaming through her mind. This is her time to reflect.

I love running. There have been points in my life where I've given it up for months and yet when I rediscover it I wonder why it is I gave it up in the first place. I have always been one who needs to be physically active. For me running has the power to physically and emotionally heal.

Today while out pounding the pavement as they say. I found myself running amongst the grave markers of former residents. I don't usually leave with the intention of going anywhere in particular. I like finding new places... getting lost and allowing my feet to carry me back home.

The sound of laughter, a barking dog, a man's voice yelling "there you go!!! You've got it now!" lure me out of the cemetery. As the figures come into view I find a family in the field flying a kite. The dog barking and running along side the little one who is gleefully yelling "Look at ME!" The mother and father laughing together. My feet continue on... but I am now smiling.

Mission Statement

Life happens.... Whether or not you participate in it is up to the individual. I've decided to become a player. Not that I wasn't one before.... but this time I'm going to do my very best to play every inning.

I'm hoping this will become a place where I can record my highlights and errors, and once this has become a little more established I hope to share it with friends and family. I don't expect anyone to become regulars or anything but for those who would like too, they can check in every once in a while.

I can't promise anything but an interesting ride. Enjoy!

A picture is worth a thousand thoughts

This is one of my all time favorite photos.







There is a story as there is to most any picture. However, I encorage the use of imagination...

It seems everytime I look at it I see it in a new light anyway.

(the figure sitting on the rocks is in fact me!)

Prospective

I almost died today.

A girl on roller blades darts out into a busy street of on coming traffic.
A dark SUV is hurtling towards her...
A split second decision...
The screeching of tires...
She opens her eyes untouched... but knows she was lucky.
Her friend yells "I couldn't watch".... "I thought you were dead."

I am ALIVE.