Later there will be time for maneuvering traffic. Later there will be time for phone calls, emails, meetings. Later there will be time to see people and remember to smile, just in case they haven’t seen a smile in a while. Later there will be time to clean the windows and floors. Later.

But these next few minutes shall be for appreciating the way the steam from my coffee dances into the morning sunlight. These next few minutes will be for a few prayers whispered from my heart in the morning silence. These next few minutes are for stillness and gratitude for this day, knowing “later” will be here so quickly.

Hello, Tuesday! It’s good to be here.


Thunderstorm Air 

You can see it in the approaching clouds, an angry sky ushering in the thunderstorm air, energetic, powerful, destructive and cleansing all at once.  It’s terrifyingly beautiful.

This was the scene earlier this afternoon a little ways up the road.  That’s the storm rolling in over the Cane Creek Mountains.   Yes, I stopped in the middle of the road to take the picture, there was no other traffic around.

Fast forward a couple of hours, and I’m home enjoying the rhythm of the rain rushing through the leaves, driven hard by the wind.   That same wind is dancing with the branches, making them swirl and sway in a summer storm tango.

Hang in there big trees, hang in there!

I’m drinking it all in from the relative shelter of a screened in porch: the wind, the rain, the grumbling thunder and even the lightning that cracks across the darkening sky.

This is a good one, and I hope you all have the opportunity to enjoy the lullaby of the rain and wind through the thunderstorm air.

~ Can’t wait to see the sunrise tomorrow, somehow sunshine always seems brighter after storms  ~


Tango and Butterfly ~ Between The Storms

Sometimes, the heat and humidity of summer makes it hard to breathe outdoors.  There’s a heaviness in the air, and nothing stays dry more than a few minutes. Nothing.

But sometimes, everywhere you look are deep greens of healthy leaves and grass providing a living canvas for vibrant pops of colors that show up to drink in the moisture from the air.  And when that happens, it doesn’t matter how hot it is, or how humid it is, for me, the views are worth the sweat ~

So, this afternoon between hot sprinkles and thunderstorms I grabbed my camera to take a few pictures.  Tango Rose is beautiful on it’s own, but against a stormy sky to the east and sun rays from the west, it’s absolutely stunning.

I couldn’t help but notice the butterfly lingering in the garden.  With tattered and ragged wings he’s probably had quite an adventurous few weeks, but seems quite at home and fits right in with the fading wildflowers.   I like snapshots like these.  Simple reminders that even in turmoil, there is lovely tranquility.    Peace.