Rise and Shine: Woman with Arms Outstretched at Sunrise - Ready to Take on the Day

I am probably one of the world’s greatest fans of fireworks and have travelled the world to witness some of its  most magnificent displays.  Yet one that is closest to my heart is only 50 miles from my home.

As I sit in the predawn light, I think of you and me and wonder how often we miss the treasures in our own backyards.  We humans are fickle and tend to take the people and places we love for granted.  Why oh why do we do that?  I believe is it too much to do rather than a calloused soul that creates this tendency to overlook the precious.  Our ridiculously over scheduled lives leave only time to put out fires rather than cherish the simple gifts of love and togetherness.

My favorite Independence Day fireworks celebration always opens my eyes and heart as it bathes me in the innocence of love shared in a place still unspoiled by technology, overcrowding, and concrete.  My soul breathes in the light and sheds the burden of “too much to do in too little time”, and I am a child again.  I am a child who was blind but now can see…and innocent wonder and joy saves me once again.  Unfolding before me is a gift beyond imagining, a coming together of the best of God and man.  Yes, the fireworks are beautiful and exciting, but it is people loving one another and taking the time to share this time with one another that is the miracle.

This same miracle is offered to each of us every, single day, but we are too busy to see it.  And we are losing the best of ourselves bit by bit as we rush past the opportunity to love those who want to love us back.

I took oh so many pictures of this day.  See the miracle in the photographs.  Which photographs do you find the most beautiful?  What do you feel in your body as you look at them?  You are seeing one miracle after another — some created by man; some created by God.  You can have these same miracles in your life.  Are you, am I, going to continue to rush past love or embrace it?  CHOOSE!


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people helping one another up a mountain, beauty of the human spirit

I am starting a new series of posts called The Beauty of the Human Spirit.  Its creation is inspired by two things.

  • These words which I don’t know if I wrote or found. “When we share the beauty of the human spirit, we plant a garden of hope within every life we touch.”
  • My profound belief that we humans need to see reminders of our loving kindness and grace. We need to see and hear examples of our light and what a miraculous gift it is to the world, and we need it as much as we need air to breathe.

So, I will post pictures that show us at our best as we choose to love, honor, and respect one another.  It is my prayer that these posts will touch your heart as they do mine, and you will begin to feel, and choose to feel, the light and love that is the center of my being and yours.

This first photograph is of my sister and her grandson, Walter.  My sister often cannot walk with any assurance of staying upright.  Her grandson has taken her hand so that he can help her walk to the river with him.