Of daisies, waves, and bridges across the bay

Though a wordsmith and a talker at my core, I readily concede that sometimes a picture says what words cannot.

And so, these pictures from the past days:

Cabrillo (Photo: CKirgiss)
Sun-kissed (Photo: CKirgiss)
Cabrillo (Photo: CKirgiss)
Wind-blown (Photo: CKirgiss)
(bath)room with a view (Photo: CKirgiss)
(bath)room with a view (Photo: CKirgiss)
Up the lighthouse (Photo: CKirgiss)
Up the lighthouse (Photo: CKirgiss)
Down the lighthouse (Photo: CKirgiss)
Down the lighthouse (Photo: CKirgiss)
Ocean grace (Photo: CKirgiss)
Ocean grace (Photo: CKirgiss)
Walk with me (Photo: CKirgiss)
Walk with me (Photo: CKirgiss)
Orderly bridge (Photo: CKirgiss)
Structured order (Photo: CKirgiss)
Disorderly bridge(s) (Photo: CKirgiss)
Constructed disorder (Photo: CKirgiss)
Peace above the clouds (Photo: CKirgiss)
Beyond the clouds (Photo: CKirgiss)

Sometimes when we are far from home we see more – not because there is more to see, but because our eyes are more widely open and more clearly focused.

Such far-from-home seeing — if we allow it — helps recalibrate our spirit and soul so that when we are finally home once again (and home is such a very, very sweet place to be) we continue to see widely, clearly, carefully, joyfully.

Our souls may have been blind once, but now they see. And what they see, if they really look for it, is a world filled with faith, hope, love, and beauty beyond compare.