not all who wander are lost

not all who wander are lost

Thursday, July 07, 2011


It's my Dad's birthday today. He'd be 60 years old.

David Bruce Schoon, born July 7, 1951.

I went outside this early morning and sat at the edge of the lavender patch buzzing with bees. Life. When I'm quiet I sense you. Everywhere you. Effervescent you. Shimmering on my face and glimmering there in the water of the birdbath and in the buzzing and the purple of these flowers.

Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

In this shimmery connected space is also woven silver threads of presence; Erik, Eva, Jess, Matt, Mom, Gram, Gramps, Sue, Mark and and. Smiling to the tribe.

Thank you

I go into my day vibrating with Life, a quiet heart, blessed by the shimmering of the tribe. There are so many ways to be alive, so many ways to live on...


Anonymous said...

Sweet, shimmering reflection.

I'm living over that picture!! Blessed photographer and keepsake.


della said...

Dads and children, what a beautiful statement with that picture and the superman shirt. He was a 'super' man with lots of love for his children, the world and learning.

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