Specifics Matter

Something happened last week that put me in a challenging position, one of having to make a judgment call, one causing me to question how to be a part of the solution, and not a part of the problem.

Tears Under A Microscope

Sometimes what I write about here isn’t me expressing conclusions and firm positions as much as me reinforcing ideas for myself. Feelings that might be challenging or difficult to understand or even defend. This becomes, on occasion a self-expressive platform for talking to the universe about something, while talking it out, at the same time. And maybe I'm even looking to instill it by writing it in public, where it’s harder to retract or dismiss. This is the case here, as I write about the conflict I feel over gaining from another’s loss.

I Blinked, and This Happened

I took a photo of my daughter a few days ago. She was sitting at the table in the dining room with me, we were talking, and as she was telling me stories and laughing and having a good time being the character she is, I took a couple of photos of her on my iPhone. There was a little girl sitting in front of me when I did so, but when I looked at the photo a few minutes later, I almost started to cry. Because the photo wasn’t the little girl I saw in front of me, it was of a lovely young lady. It was the first and most striking moment for me when I really became aware what I know to be the transition underway, out of childhood. I was floored and speechless.