Be here, now.

A memory card died on me today. All the pictures I shot this morning are gone. When I realized this I took that frame. There is no such thing as bad or good luck. There is only the fact to try again or to give up when you face the way reality lays out.

on drenched groundeverything sticks and slideslike the stories we tell ourselvesone look from youand my life will be yours

I’m here. It’s intimate and it’s distant. I feel quiet bathing in the night and yet I know that a form of animal anguish and alertness is never far away.

10%. Ups and downs. Turmoil and grace. That’s just how it is. You get to the other side trusting something is going to open and you hang in there. You trust you are not going to drown in your own private little internal gulag. It will pass. It always pass.