knee deep in weeds

notes on living a life

light stealing || week 41

"The question is not what you look at, but what you see." 
— Henry David Thoreau

we work at settling into a routine, which seems effortless
and natural and comfortable.
i try not to step on his toes, or fill his day
with my to-do list, allowing him to work out his new day to day
normal on his own and boy does he get things done. 

The trouble with retirement is that you never get a day off. 
~Abe Lemons

we head to Cannon's football game and cheer, 
he eats a hotdog, i take photos    
and the boys win. 
i find the older i get the less enthusiasm
i have for organized sports and overzealous parents,
(and coaches!). 
but it is so fun to watch the kids. 

I ain't got nothing to say. I just wanna play football. 
~ Marshawn Lynch

saturday night an intimate group of us gather in Seattle where she cooks for us
and i finally get to meet Alison in real life. 
we laugh and talk photography a bit, but mostly we just talk.
i think countless times, throughout the night, how mind-boggling it is
that i find myself in the mix of these creative, talented woman. 
woman who inspired me and encourage me to take this art a bit further. 
i drive home in the dark pouring rain, full of goodness, awakening
and gratitude. 

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” 
— Author Anais Nin.

the week gushes forth with glorious weather
and the dog and i head to the river one afternoon
to steal patches of light. 
he nonchalantly stops to smell fall and i am lucky enough to capture
his charming cuteness. . .  

“Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.” 
― Dean Koontz, False Memory

three things:
i read this and love it so much
i watch this and think it might hold some promise
i listen to these Australians over and over 

Can I take you to a moment
Where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?

When the evening pulls the sun down,
And the day is almost through,
Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,
But my world is you.
 ~ Paper Kites 

how was your week?