photo: The call of the morning, Northern California.
Early this morning as the sun was adding gold to the sky my youngest brother Zane called, "The geese are here, the field is white, if you want to take photos now is the time."
I jumped out of bed threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth, but not my hair, Yann and our friend from France followed me out the door.
photo: Birds in Flight, Northern California.
As we drove to the ranch I felt that surge I have come to know as my fuel. My fuel is what makes me a better me, makes me feel alive and happy, it heals my wounds, it restores my failth, it connects me to God's love, the greater gift the center of life itself... that which is good.
photo: Geese in the morning light.
I felt it, stopped right there and then letting it soak through me,
absorbed my surroundings, took it in gulps, thanking the high heavens for such beauty,
For such a life, for my family and for knowing the gift that it is.
Leaning on that moment, not taking it for granted.
photo: Home Land
I love those moments, that come with the day, no reason though not always received.
How they affect each of us differently. Some see a field, some see a harvest, some see work, some see stress, and some see paradise.
I see home land.
The base of who I am.
Photo: Mystical morning, the call of communion.
Not matter where I am I will always be home because home is with me.
I could say many things inspire me, such as the brocante... but what fuels me? Something beyond anything I can tag and tame, something that stirs without knowing when or why, a mystical moment that comes up and says, "Here I am I am yours".
Life is simply a gift to accept, then hold on with grace and courage.
What fuels your soul?