A Short Story

A number of challenges have arisen lately, both with my lung function and with some of my friends. It has been in my nature to figure out ‘why,’ determine a reason, choose a course of action then put my understandings in a box, and close the lid, thereby sealing my conclusions and point of view. Then I’d write a story.

So, rather than write about my old pattern of ‘figuring it all out,’ I’m choosing differently. I am absolutely certain that doing so will not serve me anymore. It is time for me to relax into the Mystery of how each of us is following a different path, including me.

This is an uncomfortable state. It holds no logic. It is outside my dots!

As I begin to accept this new approach to life, I’d still like to be creative. So here are some images from recent photo shoots that delight me.

I still like Pictures with my Stories! I hope you enjoy them.

Monaco Parkway in Denver with its cool tunnel of trees.

When the UPS guy touches the edge of the driveway, this is where Billy can be found.

Becky’s 4 o’clocks from her wildflower seed packet.

Canada geese observe a pelican flotilla.

Luna with her new barefoot trimmer and hoof care specialist, Ellen.

Maisie enjoying her Catio with an addition of an apple tree branch.

Old barn with white outhouse outside Boulder.

5 thoughts on “A Short Story”

These photographs are amazing. I particularly like the first one with this story. The structure and the storm. The nice and neat and the wild. It says so much.

I appreciate this place you are moving into. I don’t want to say landed, because that, too, is moving. So welcome to here, now. It is great to travel with you. Love you, E. Lynda.

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