Across the street from yesterdays “Sunset Motel”, and looking west instead of east, there was a whole different view.
The rails do run both ways. Just be sure to remember to look both ways before crossing!
monos en theos…†…jim
So it is a lovely early summer morning and you go to the park to swing. As you approach the swing set, you are forced with a decision. Which swing are you going to choose?
As it is on the playground, as it is in life. The choices sometimes seem clear. But is the choice really that clear, or do we just take the obviously easy pick?
The swing in the middle seems the seemingly right way to go, but what strengths might we get from the challenge of the other two?
What you going to choose today? monos en theos ††† jim
It was a very windy day in West Texas yesterday. That translates into DUST. We were driving from working in Monahans to Fort Stockton as the sun was setting. There was so much dust hanging in the atmosphere, that the sun could do little but turn into a red ball.
I had this vision of finding a pump jack just sitting alone, looking pretty and striking a mighty pose. But pump jacks and oil are not a clean and neat operation. I was first upset that I could not have what I wanted. I have a history of that. I do like to have gas and oil for my truck. So I allowed all the visual pollution of wires and poles and such to kind of work for me.
Dust, Pump Jacks and Sunset sounds like a song from “the boss”. I’ll take that….en theos ††† jim
“Everything has it’s wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.”
I sat in the warmth of my home and watched the sunset quickly build. My mind was racing thinking of where to go to capture the wonder. My mind was a complete blank as to finding a great location. My inner voice told me to just go outside and make do with what you got.
So many times in searching for that perfect place, I have missed the magic of the moment. I donned a jacket and wandered out to my West yard and stole this moment in time. I gave a quick thank you prayer to the maker and relished the chill and calm of the light.
just be where you are ††† en theos †††jim
It was just a beautiful day yesterday. Unseasonable warm and “Grace” enjoyed it as much as us two leggers. And she looked a glow in the setting sun.
From Wikipedia: In photography, the golden hour (sometimes known as magic hour, especially in cinematography) is the first and last hour of sunlight during the day when a specific photographic effect is achieved due to the quality of the light.
But it is as much a feeling as a visual effect. Enjoy the glooming ††† en theos ††† jim
“Imagine that each of us is a spoke in an Infinite Wheel, and though each spoke is essential in keeping the Wheel whole, no two spokes are the same. The rim of that Wheel is our living sense of community, family, and relationship, but the common hub, where all the spokes join is the one center where all souls meet.”…Mark Nepo
May you find that narrow path to your center. ††† en theos ††† jim
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