As the sun went down on the eve of my 45th birthday, tears welled up in my eyes as I sat alone at the water’s edge — yet surrounded in spirit by those I call my closest family and friends. It feels like I’ve finally found myself, my family, my partner, my tribe and my purpose. Continue reading
I feel the cold ground through my jeans, the bark of an oak against my back. It is just one of many oaks that grow rail straight on this point, a bluff raised above the surface of the lake. A camera strap drapes across my black hoodie, rising slackened to the camera in front of my face. My left eye closes as my right adjusts to the setting sun focused in my lens.
Last night’s sunset helped me understand that I need to work much harder at recognizing the past for what it is while letting its gravity sink below the horizon.