She caught me that morning, on the hillside, praying.


My eleven year old, behind the lens ,wanting to capture the moment with her Momma there on that mountain.


Life is unstable.

It knocks on us.

And as I find myself staring into the valley of thirty-nine, I pray no longer to fear the instability;

to take more risks,

to climb more mountains.

I am unfinished.




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