Thursday, January 2, 2014

Goodbye 2013

One of my resolutions for 2013 was, "Look inside for peace, truth, answers."

It was a year of doing just that. Yes, experiences help us gain perspective and getting outside of ourselves is healthy and needed daily, but turning inward for some truths is often a piece we lose. But enough about that deep stuff, here are some shots from the year. It's been a good one, filled with friendship, the outdoors, and love.

Cheers,
Molly












































Monday, May 13, 2013

Gosh, thanks.

I have always known that there were thinkers like me out there. I married one. And I thank the universe everyday for him and his perceptions of the world, of situations, of a life shared.

And I've known these people existed at places I've worked; at Bates College, at Hamline University, at Maine Audubon. I found them, they found me.

Nebraska, every time I think I will leave you, you open a door for me. You open your strong Plains arms and welcome me in. I want this entry to be just of gratitude for this moment.

To all the people who have shared perspectives, feelings, a cup of coffee or wine with me, thank you. This is truly a journey (oh the cliche!), but gosh - it really is. I couldn't be happier to share it with you, the people in my life who look at the big picture, who think outside the box, who practice gratitude.

Cheers,
Molly


Sunday, April 7, 2013

Easter with the Sandhill Cranes

"The evening show is pure theater.  But the morning is religion . . . "
-The Echo Maker By Richard Powers

religion

eating in the corn fields 

right before the sun came up

Looking down at the Platte River, known as a mile wide and an inch deep. 

early morning sky with cranes






Saturday, March 23, 2013

Spring Snow

Heavy
Wet
Fast

Sounds like a lover you knew that one time...

but it's just spring snow

HA!





Sunday, March 3, 2013

Running, gratitude, cardinals.

On this morning's run the cadence was, "cardinal chorus, cardinal chorus, cardinal chorus." It was true, happening all around me in the trees. I was lucky to be among the birds this morning, in the only sunshine of the day (the clouds came out around 9 and have stayed for the duration of the day). Often on these runs I feel gratitude. For the small things, for the big things, for everything in between. I thought of the poem Buddha's Dogs and tried to do a "running meditation" and name my thoughts. This morning's thoughts were discomfort, anxiety, anticipation, gratitude and honesty. The first three were slowing me down and it helped to name them and send them off into the cardinal chorus.





Sunday, December 9, 2012

that fleeting time

It happens in slow motion
at high speed

if you look down at the dog
then turn back up to the sky

there is nothing but loud darkness whistling in your ears.