“The only person I ever lost and needed back was myself.” ~ Tinybuddha
A rare day of sun in Kentucky saw the steam rolling off the monsoon soaked fence. It’s temporarily unnerving to step outside and the entire neighborhood looks like it’s on fire until the reality, and the beauty, sink in. It’s a really pretty sight,
“The grass is greener where you water it.” ~ Neil Barringham
I really must be living right because every year I am showered with kindness from friends near and far as my birthday comes and goes. Plus, many of my friends also share Capricorn status with me, so we celebrate their trip around the sun as well. It all makes my heart swell with happiness.
I awoke last Sunday to find a thick blanket of fog had settled over the Ohio River valley at Augusta. Naturally, out the door I went, heading straight for the water. My timing was perfect. The fog was thick and the water surprisingly still. It had been steadily rising since we’d arrived Friday afternoon, and yet, this morning, it was as still and mirror-like as if it was a pond. Admittedly, there wasn’t much to mirror in a blanket of fog except more fog, but it was peaceful beyond all imagining. Then, I saw something unusual peeking through. It grew larger, and though it was suspiciously quiet, I soon realized it was a very large barge headed upstream. It’s wake seemed to disrupt the entire world. The water broke its reflective stillness and the fog began to lift as if the barge itself was upending the fog as it moved upstream. It was a gorgeous moment really, and it set the tone for a beautiful week ahead.
“Exterior beauty, without the depth of a kind soul, is merely decoration.” ~ Unknown
The need for travel remains ever present as I continue trolling through Asheville shots. Fog is a glorious, peaceful phenomenon, isn’t it? Conditions have been right for fog in Kentucky over the last few days. I’ve seen some lovely photos from folks out and about, mostly in the country. I should be one of those folks shooting, but I’ve been too busy sleeping or working. So, I’ll enjoy the fog from the Blue Ridge Mountains for now.
“What is forgiveness? Sufi replied: It’s the fragrance flowers give when they are crushed.”
It rained the whole time we were in North Carolina, and yet it was utterly perfect. It was soft, and quiet, and calm. The clouds filled the deep valleys like overfilled bowls of cotton. At one overlook just outside Highlands, the valley I saw the day before had completely disappeared. It was more like a guardrail keeping the cars from going to heaven than over a cliff.
Mom and I needed to get out for a while yesterday, and we slowly meandered our way through the clouds, stopping periodically for me to get my fix – photo fix that is. Mom is such a willing participant, plus we just had a good few hours being together.
Dad talked for a long time on today’s drive back to Kentucky. He reminisced about his Grandfather Terry whom he has never talked much about before. It must have been the steep terrain and low clouds that drew him out. It was a fascinating story. These few days are irreplaceable and I’m so grateful we were able to be together. It didn’t rain on our parade.
“You are in charge of your own karma, your own life, your own spiritual path,
and your own liberation.”
~ Lama Surya Das
Remember yesterday’s ice fog photo (right)? The left one was shot today. Similarly, while yesterday was full of stress and anxiety, today was shining with goodness. It started with an email from Scott McClatchy. He’d attached an old recording we’d done over 20 years ago. As the uptempo tune flowed from the speakers I read the end of his note, “I always knew you were one of the good ones. I can tell you silly stories about how & why – but there was always that spark in you – and that’s a great thing to have…somewhere down the line, we’ll sit on some porch, or by a fire pit, adult beverages at the ready, and it will be one hellacious night. Till then … Rave On, Baby!!” Tears welled. My day ended with a phone call from John Johnson just minutes after we’d parted from The Drum Center. “I truly love you…you’re one of those people that, like no time has passed and I appreciate and love you for it. I just wanted you to know that.” There’s absolutely no way a person could have a bad day with people like Scott and Johnny in their life. Their love, and the genuine kindness of so many people I came in contact with today, could not have come at a better time for it has been a truly trying week for me. I know I say it all the time, but it’s absolutely true: I am the most blessed woman I know. I don’t know what I did to deserve the grace, but I sure hope I pay it forward.
“It didn’t matter how big our house was; it mattered that there was love in it.”
~ Peter Buffett
Last night I could tell conditions were right for a good fogging. I awoke to find I was right. I love a thick fog, as long as I don’t have to drive in it anyway. Most of it had cleared by the time I made my way to work, so I was able to enjoy a quiet, close morning with fog. It set up a great day.