One of the things I love the most about our house is all the various light and shadow plays that it creates throughout the day. This is the late late afternoon golden light that comes through our bedroom window through the willowy tree in the backyard (hmm...I should know what kind of tree it is if it's in my backyard shouldn't I?).
I love that the shadows of the rustling leaves look like curls of smoke or blurred human figures in movement.
For the last 4 weekends I've been driving down this same route on the way to stage managing a show and only yesterday did I see this along my drive:
A bright burst of sunshine on an otherwise dirty concrete Los Angeles street holding its breath and in its secrets behind barred windows and empty lawns. Towering and delicate at the same time, swaying whimsically...for some reason these open flowers seem courageous to me. Catching them in my sights brought me into the moment. What should I call these moments when they happen? If I recognize the weight and magic of these moments with a name maybe they will happen more often?
***favorite moment of the day: when I bit Chad and he said "I love you too"...and finally going through the miscellaneous crap pile on my desk.
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