Every summer seems to have a surprisingly abrupt end, no matter how many wonderfully slow moments comprise it.
And childhood is no different.
Whether we look back at our own childhood or watch our offspring grow up before our eyes, childhood is an intense blur of life’s best magic mixed with some of its harshest lessons.
Over the last few weeks we lost a beautiful mother and member of my school community quite suddenly, right before her children’s first day of school.
There is a density in the air I breathe right now. I think it is my effort to stop time. I am grasping for the coat tails of summer's softness . . . my fresh middle schooler's childhood . . . my "prime" of life.
Sometimes events in life invite us to redefine our relationship with time, whether it be our last day of vacation, a first day of a new school year, or a loss of a friend. Our souls are asking us to slow down enough to grab a hold of the moments called Life within our days. Because these moments aren’t flying by us. We are flying by them.
Take some photos today, through your senses, of life’s beauty. Here and now.