Firing up the Canon

"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best -- " and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called. -- Winnie the Pooh

Had a fabulous dinner at the Japanese Steakhouse with family the other night...and I remembered to bring my camera. Here's a glimpse into our night. I love hibachi!

Out of all of the billions of people in this world…why you and why me? Why us? Have you ever asked yourself those questions? I have been thinking a ton of the people who are a part of my life. It’s far too easy once someone is inside to forget all the itty bitty steps it took to get them there. The serendipity of meeting. The decision to connect. The dynamic of initial exchanges. The revealing of personal details. The observation of idiosyncrasies. The fighting. The making up. The shared laughs. The surrender of pride. Crossing the boundary into daily existence. The decision to ask a person to stay with you share a part of this lifetime. The realization that you don't ever want to be without them. Friendship. Love. Connection in every form that it takes. I don’t want to forget all of the reasons that human connections exist, especially the ones that are a part of me. It is a complete privilege to know another human being on an intimate level. Think about how rare it truly

It's been a month. Oh, it's been a month. Have you ever gone through a period of life more as a witness from the outside - just not making a direct connection with the world around you? That's where I've been for quite some time now. I lost my conviction and because of that began wandering, but not really sure towards what. Well, the truth is that I actually wasn't heading towards anything - I was just letting go and waiting for a different moment. I was waiting for certainty to hit me. I'd come home from work and want to experience complete silence. I wanted to close my eyes for a bit and reboot. And I did. I've barely moved at all in a month's time physically, mentally, or emotionally. I was living in a disconnected reality. Half way between asleep and awake. ~~~~ Yesterday, I began to feel better. And I want to share that with you all. Sometimes in life we think that we need to make choices. And in the stress of trying to force ourselves to ma

Some exciting and encouraging news! I reached out to a fellow blogger, one that I have been following for months now, for support on the Addressed to Anonymous project. Today, she made my day and posted about the project. Her blog, for good reason, is very popular and could potentially help take the project to another level. If you aren't already reading her blog ...you should be. It's charming. Inspiring. Honest. And loaded with fun photography. Check it out! And enjoy the post on Addressed to Anonymous. Thank you to anyone who is working on their letters. I got my first two yesterday and I know that there are more on the way :)

Blood. During one of my 7 a.m. appointments, my chiropractor started to explain the difficulty of measuring certain substances in the body utilizing blood work. A single blood test captures one moment in time…the levels in the blood at one tiny moment – one frame in what is an entire slide show. It doesn’t capture enough of the picture of what goes on in the body over an extended period of time. And for certain things, one moment doesn’t necessarily depict the whole. You can't always judge health by the reality existing in a single moment. You can get an indication of how things are...but not necessarily a clear picture of what they will be. Photography. I’ve been really into posting pictures on my shared blog, www.bepurdy365.blogspot.com. One day in a moment of haste I sent over a picture that I absolutely do not like. When I roll past it I regret the moment I sent it over to be posted. I have to fight the urge to let that one small slide ruin my impression of my own photography

My truth hasn't lined itself up and because of that I write, but I write only to me. In the meanwhile I have been moved nearly out of my own skin into the world if Ingrid Michaelson. Her concert was so touching and lovely. I want to share this song with you...because it's not on the CD and because it has got its wings wrapped around me. Life from here looks entirely pretty. Birds. Tiny, baby birds. I'm quite positive they sing from within her.