Barren Moments

Out and about the other day, taking pictures along the railroad tracks - in the middle of the city, I came across these pods.  I should know what they are, but I don't.  What I did know, is it captured me in its dormancy. 

I had to have a photo.  So out of the Zipcar I lean and I get as close as possible.  It makes me think about those moments when everything in my life looks like this pod. Dormant, barren, no life. 

When I take another look at it, I notice those things I used to call 'wishies' - the things my grandfather hated for me to blow across the yard.  It's the beginning of the dandelion or some other tenacious weed.  But they are beautiful.  They look like floating stars in broad daylight.  

There's something to be said for what we believe are the barren moments.  The moments we think there's nothing more left.  Maybe not any life left, or that we 'might don't make it'.  I can't say the moments that feel like this are fewer.  It might just be, I've come to weather them better.  

I consider each one something new.  Hopefully to add to the foundation that's already been laid. The outcome is rarely as it's expected.  But I will say there's something to be said for the ability to weather the barren times.  There's no harvest without an empty barn to store the wheat. 

Numbers, Dates, Addresses

I drove past this door.  I saw the numbers 1919.  I could only think of my Grandfather.  It will be 21 years tomorrow, March 3, since he transitioned into heavenly form.  Certain numbers, just like smells, sounds and places make you think of people or times in your life.  

His number is 1919.  That was the year he was born.  While this door may not be perfect, I found it beautiful and vintage.  Strong.  Mysterious.  A space that had a story to tell.  I can only imagine. The property was for sale when I drove past it today.  Just a small warehouse space in NE DC. But it's address meant everything to me. 

Revolution | Evolution

For the time we live, many of us evolve - at least we hope we do.  Towards someone and something greater than we began.  

Evolution is often visible.  Our friends and families see it.  You can hear the "Hey [insert name] you look amazing!" or you look different than you used to.... hopefully they are kind when they see those changes and make comments.

On the other hand, revolution happens in the corners, locked away in private rooms, in stillness and sometimes amidst chaos.   The thing is - it's private.  No one sees it coming.  It's not heard or discussed.  Maybe we feel it.  Maybe we know there's a shift.  It's just we can't explain it.  Drastic differences appear.  Our minds, hearts and bodies change in a timeframe that seems overnight.  But we quietly knew it was happening the entire time.  It was that shift.  Just a degree that turns into 180 degrees and brings us full circle.  

But still changed. 

That's what happened on the way to this blog. 

I started a blog a few years back, started writing and well, the response was sweet.  As is anything, any art form, you get boxed in and then it's time to make changes.  Here we are.  Full circle.